Curdling within veins,

emotion's sour taste

permeates my mouth.

Silver sits where gold should be,  

numbing nerves 

 otherwise burning.

I am empty in the house

that I thought could be home

with its changing light, tall ceilings,  

and a man who tries

but doesn't understand me.

Quiet screams rip at lungs' walls

suffocating an escaping whimper.

The lips that kiss him goodnight

mouth "Goodbye" again in practice,

but keep returning to this broken bed.

Bricks of self-loathing 

sink me to despondency's depths.

It's here that skeletons 

of sentiments past 

greet fresh flesh

and my ankles are twice scarred.