He fell upon her unforgiving eyes
in spectrums of acidic color,
provoking tears like the relentless rain
of a chilled November,
black ice breaking necks in alleyways
far away from here.
Her arms lashed out manifold,
one dozen appendages adorned with
lacerating harmonies spawned
on the misfortunate foundation of blasphemies.
In the midst of carnage, malice, and gluttony,
their wavering eyes locked,
emaciated pupils withdrawn into fetal position,
and driving nails drove deep.
Weary bodies collided like the fronts of summer,
hands roamed and grabbed scabbed skin left bleeding
from nocturnal bouts of the blue ghosts of yesteryear,
and unfertile lips skid and stick,
stick and skid,
like the gears running the decrepit machine
rotten to the core in his mind.
The moaning of their names is hardly audible
over the roar of their hearts, once shattered,
now smudged.
She quivers time and time again, nearly perpetually,
under his forbidden dance sketched
along vertical horizons, his hips
like the tattered Titanic,
breaking loose starboard side
and delving deep until he
strikes bottom, priceless treasures
lost somewhere in the crevices of the ocean bed.
She licks the blood streaming from four
parallel river banks on his neck.
She is reborn.