Reborn

Ice pouring out of my

ears and mouth,

the clock tower

watched and

said nothing.

And in the second

before midnight,

I coughed,

you replied with a sigh,

one of those

intakes of breath

that dies halfway

up the throat,

and then is reborn

on the tongue

to explode outward.

I wanted to kiss you,

howl into your mouth

unspoken scars

and words,

burn through

each others skin.

But the hangman

talked with his

eyes wide and awake.

What is the fucking point?

To suffer,

to crash,

mmm though in the molten mess,

blood pumped fiercely and

I sing in deep drenching tones,

to no one in particular.

My lungs heave,

passion felt

to live madly,

in complete wildness

mixed with bizarre appetites that

drown out

the beats of the reaper.