Orion's Bell Jar

Rain on glass paynes;
a house that isn't mine.
Air
clings close to skin
pressure but not movement.
More disturbing
is its sudden
absence.
Jerk of stomach inward pulled
eyes and tongue
implosion.

I am screaming
screaming
and you do not hear me.
You sleep sadistically fine
cuddled in covers
smothered in layers of apathy
about the chaos in my head.
Do you know at all
the finer arts of love
where kisses greet
greedy hands
rush of words unspoken
eyes meet falling
clutter clash buttons
to the floor
flesh cages unbound.

Entropy bleeding inward
I cannot breathe;
a wound
a wound
no amount of empty smiles
will ever fill.
The Bell Jar hush
cripples me until I am
a silent film
muttering in the dark
that love is nothingness;
no stir of air to remind me
how once my skin leapt
beneath your teeth
telling me that nothingness
was the lie.

Bones are hollow
my head is hollow
let it be quick
the forgetfullness
let the screams
cease
let the silence
cover me until
someday
there is a bang
and we explode
outward again
heavenly bodies
alone no more.

Happy Valentines.