Voicd

Empty light bulb buzzing sits,
you, the carbon base, the mountain pulsing with moles
made me, continue to gather residue
from diamond minds
in the mouths of creatures larger than suns-
no derivative:
a thunderclap announces winged insects
deep down
and your golden hair falls past shoulders, touching me,
tickling my face next to yours
as I slip unconscious,
beyond harm, held.
Beyond paupiere I attempt conjuration
face buried in dracula
arms emerging inches from my skin
in the hot black night-
sharp breath swerves above my head, hitting emulsion.
Ruched sheets prove poisonous mushrooms
are all that's left
of the bunny in my head.
Rapunzel, let me in,
the servants in your castle leap into washing machines
and murder themselves with detergent-
your head edging closer to the ground
as I tug on strands,
forgetting each second the nerve endings
shrieking behind your eyes.