Flesh

Sadness locked in the
Thick evening air,
Like honey
Slightly tainted,
Cut me like butter
With a frozen flame
And blue skin,
In a singular place
She claims my
Soul
Torn fleshy parts
Clinging
To the aged bones
At the edge
Of certain vision
Stripped away in
Layers
Every night alone
A silent scream when the
Music stops
We're left standing
Weak
With a wish
Caught in a
Spider's web.