I AM EMPTY

My glittering stings
these bleeding fingertips
to ice over reality
and calm quaking hearts
teary eyes and
the soul next door,
knees to chest of agony.

I'll promise you,
I'll laugh all day
with my fingers splayed
and scream all night
tight and hard as fists
caught up in my ecstacy
and rocking,
listening to fear next door.

For heavy footsteps
ring upon my galaxies
and heavy hands
rough like i don't remember
come down to me,
sinking into sawdust emptiness
fignernails dirtied by
poison tubs of poison thought
and all is silent
next door.