when black eyes make those picture-consummate faces it's too perfect. years of broken ribs come and gone, scarlet-grey clouds engulfing me in pools of glass shards, and brazen lips surround me in ways i never thought possible. constrict me so tight that i can’t breathe through my already broken lungs. wrap my arms around me to find my way before the rest so i never set foot in the past, so i can dance again in that swarm of syringes that reckless motions could never hope to bring. i only have this jagged ring piercing to offer. a mantelpiece, a flashback to a time i can’t look back on again. take it, it’s yours. i’ve already been obliterated beyond repair so i could use something to set myself equal.