Quietly, I Bleed the Bricks

silence curls in my palm

like a gun,

and my pen is bleeding scabs,

and I'm sitting 

in the stillness of her shadow,

eating fireflies to try to kill the light

so I can rest between the rays,

levitating memories 

into the void created

between her heartbeats,

here I will swallow

all of it,

and I will drink her breath

like a fish

until my ringing ears

hear more than static and steps,

and I feel the mortar 

crumble,

until there are no walls between us

and I split the skin of bricks

and they bleed out bloody dust 

and stand no more,

lying softly on the earth

like sunrise fallen,

like sand stained by our triumph,

and we will build

a castle upon the ruins.