I Saw The Sweaty Scales
I saw the sweaty scales
and its cracked notes
sliding down
into a now
stillborn melody.
A melody, that once, when our legs and feet
could breathe, we held one another and whispered
stars and thunder into each other’s ears,
our passion melting the jealous mirrors, until
the sharp tears started spreading across the floor
pushing us toward shot glasses filled with bitter-blood-light–
a drink we would soon raise
to our once imagined, endless horizons.