idiocy IV

what once 
seemed like love
in hindsight becomes
an astounding type of idiocy -
it takes two rare idiots
to do to each other
what we did

nightmares

vocal cords 
paralyzed, woke up 
soundlessly screaming

throat raw, 
burning; your ghost 
shredding my sleep still

you were only reading
in an empty house you used 
to visit, a house I once lived in

and yet I woke up
silently screaming, the 
sight of you unbearable still

bloom

as memories burn into ashes
all around
the world begins to bloom