The Burnt Down

Look at my face.
You and I are surrounded by a black decade that is my hair.
There you and I are tangled like my hair.

Meet my look.
You and I are brother and sister like my eyes.
There you and I are full of tears.

Feel what I feel.
You and I have slipped down the fat expanses of my cheeks.
You and I have ached all round one eye and fallen down my cheeks.
Fallen from both nostrils, running.

There you and I spent milliseconds falling to the floor.

Speak words to me.
You and I have pressed my lips like perfect twins
and hollowed out my tongue.

So you and I typed dots across
my vacant mouth.

To be continued, maybe,
maybe just to stay a piece of space.