NotAnyoneSpecial

leave behind the roses that you carry in your palm the crumpled petals in winter jaws let go of them & watch as they flutter in the wind- the sighing of god- and just press your lips against mine of ruby, interlock your fingers within my hands of frostbite, brush off the falling snow grappling onto my arms as though they were sacred press the knife to my head, finish this, end my infinite suffering so that i can stop weeping in a paralyzed form. and don't look back, don't turn your head to see my body decompose ever so slowly in the thin layer of crystal white lying upon the earth and please don't waste tears of angels over me.