cadaver

stripped

on the side walk
all the people 
you walked away from

stripping their souls
down to the once white bones

bones
now soft
and hollow
and black

perhaps
from the smoke 
you blew in their once bright faces

faces
now featureless
futureless 
empty cavity
filled with sadness
extended into rickety
raggedy hands

hands
turned into a spiritless lump
by the way you took away
the lines from their palms
and the ground beneath
their feet

feet
now mere sticks
broken into 1524 pieces
pieces hanging
onto their hoarse
coarse bruised
vocal chords

vocal chords
clenched crumpled
arrested in your fists
clasped tightly
deep into your bottomless
heartless breast pockets
shoving iniquity into their eyes

eyes
which once saw the world
in all its beauty
and reflected back
the same with an added colour
have now turned pale
paler than the colour of 
an abandoned cause
sucking the darkness in
in its vacant sockets
emitting nothing

nothing
is now what they are
as they spill their nothingness
on the side walks
dirtying your shoes and sandals
with their existence 
invisible

invisible 
though they are
to you and the many like you
still you reach out 
to stifle out 
stamp out 
their measly barely there shadows

shadows
which have forfeited their own bodies
and questioningly ask themselves
who are you

they are who were
hurled into the blackest black hole
of this world
by the who's who 

the who's who
renowned 
by their business 
of walking away 
from all the people 
stripping their soul 
on the side walk

side walk

now an urbane cemetery 
celebratory 
of
empty souls
hollow bones
dug out faces
puppet hands
broken feet
voices severed
scooped out sights
untouchable invisibility
and nailed down shadows

stripped 

revolutionized american gothic

pith

we are

heavy light

feather stone

metal rust

earth's crust

two poles

north and south

with one

open mouth

waiting

to swallow

the sky

we are

day night

lovers fight

soul fly

freedom sigh

unified

to nurse

the grief

we bleed together

we are

a swan lake

joyful mistake

we break

we make

knowingly

standing

next to each other

we are

lines

on our foreheads

and lines

at the corner

of our lips

kissing

that one sweet spot

bitter sweet

we are

parallel carousel

simultaneous

touching fingertips

parted lips

speaking

the same silence

we are

never ever

bare hidden

borne left

alone

two tunes

of forlorn

woven

into a love-song

we are

like tears

which appear

in pairs

born out of something

that touched our hearts

we are

sunset sunrise

taking place

on different

horizons

afar

watching each other

we are

grains of sand

sublime rough

slipped held

monochrome rainbow

preserving

footprints

you mine

and me yours

we are

contradictions confirmations

understanding insanity

weakness strength

spent gained

a timely fall

into our wonderland

we are

all that we can be

and all that

we can't

all that we hope to be

and

all that

we are

Jo

jessica

kindle

someday, one day

i shall gift you

a window

one

which opens

outwards

one

which

lets you choose

the sights

you see

every time

you open the

window

to the outside

world

one which

lets you reflect

the beautiful world

you hold within

someday, one day,

i shall gift you

a window

one which

opens

to your soul

where the pastures

are greener than green

and the sky

bluer

than you ever knew

and

rainbows

are not a

fleeting sight

and where

wishing stars

are seen

even in broad daylight

and where

sparkles are

wrapped in

snow flakes

where a pebble

bounces off

endlessly

against

pristine lakes

someday, one day

i shall gift you this

gift

someday, one day

you may choose

to call it

magical

or something

as simple

as

kindle

love track

petal

soliloquy

remnants