blood and other fluids

whilst drawing comparisons to your tears
i realised that all meanings expire silently
like the passing of a butterfly

your exit wound made a mess on my couch

i tried to draw around you
with white chalk
but i got blood and piss on my jeans
in ink-blot patterns that made me think of sunrises
and carnations

i tried to do it naked but my skin kept slipping
some selke sliding in her own sweet problems
the blood ruined the chalk and got beneath my fingernails

so i traced your outline with masking tape
before dragging your body to my dump freezer
i used these ancient cum-stained sheets
to absorb the blackening stain
but i just moved it around and made it worse
like tracing paper kisses with too much saliva

i opened out the sheets and tried to find you there
in these folds and lies and sighs
or somewhere behind my eyes

but you had left me
again