noise

The water washes away

blood and toothpaste stains,

the sounds of emotions spilling.

The windows are sealed

in hopes of containing

the smell of splendid isolation.

Foolish desires -- expectations,

hanging over our heads

like thick, suffocating

winter clouds.

Outside of this house of doubts.

there are things

that might astonish her.

Night sweeps over us.

Pride is swallowed,

the stars draw near,

vision conquers the mind.

Blasphemy is the language

of the back alley mercenaries

with broken hearts in their eyes.

Their love is hard and estranged.

Their god is painted on plaster.

Their queen is hiding in a church.