Spider fingers
Pull the hours down
A scrawny bird
A dawn undone
Breaths escaping
Through my fingertips
Doldrum seas
And dead fantasies
I don't know my face anymore
Shackled waves
Rise and crest
Caught in the eye
Of a palimpsest
Walls of TVs
Pointing at me
Hands are tightening
Arms keep turning
Cracked eggshells
Fill your irises
Muscles yearn
Fire's still
Bury words
Neath the kitchen floor
Break the mirror
Lock the doors
I don't know my face anymore