So Like Sulphur
I hear your words, raspy whispers that hang there in the late night air.
It’s so dark on this cloudy night that I can barely see your blackish outline against the shadows.
The smell of tears and dinner onions linger just below our sweat, salty and bitter.
I want this to stop. I need you to say something different. We’re trapped in this midnight never finding a dawn.
And to me those words are as hard as brick and mortar stacking one