Connotations

These words:
a silent dance in the dark
for these fingers and lungs.
a hot breath exerted from the back of my throat
violently thrust towards unseen spaces
curling into a thousand spirals and floating to the corners
of my bedroom before vanishing into my air vents.

These ribs:
a canvas for carnivorous claws
hastily outlining their fury with blood and precision.
the target of a centrifugal force exerted
by a decaying, chemically colonized mind.

This chest:
an empty cavity where chaos pulses
and pushes
and pulls.
a tumultuous ocean floor
where mayhem rises like a tsunami
and never crashes.

These eyes:
an old lighthouse
where seafoam gently sprinkles over a residue
of emotion.
two rivers flowing in reverse, away
from an ocean storm
with currents powerful enough
to fracture concrete.

This skin:
a petting zoo for your calloused hands
a mutable bodysuit for the soul
a protection and entrapment
a putrid solvent to the touch.

This tongue:
a compulsive liar and false prophet
regurgitating scripture
delivering messages of salvation onto yours
while the apocalypse within
dances with cactus spines
lodged into its heels.
Thousands of tireless rehearsals and a show
performed passionately through muscle memory
sending chills down your spine
making you feel, and laugh, and cry
comfortably boxing eternity into
beginning
middle
and end
for your pleasure.

This heart:
a compression of radioactive waste
years in the making
the center of a star that collapsed upon itself
desperate to reclaim the light it incessantly radiated
and never received,
culminated into an annihilation
of all within reach.