howls.

butterfly veins
once a cacoon
of half moon
under eye bruise
but now lagoon
of black and blue
we chase till we forget
we're two
of cold blood scales
that weigh no
consequence
to the fold i am in your heart
or in your eyes
under your fingernails
where nightmares get stuck
the moment before you wake
where, do you remember me
funny in the head
but few laughs to share or
smiles to snare
except well,
i'm not telling you to jump
i'm not telling you
that the night is harder,
to eat up
to swallow down
while skin looks more like the moon
and less of the sun;
when there isn't someone to
share it with
like your snacks when you're a child
and you can't even open them
yourself
and opening is so hard
even now
not because we can't on our own anymore
because you need someone to show you
what is suppose to be opened
what is a treat
and what is a tremble
when does it feel like morning
too often