ophelia from causeofshipwreck

part. 2

ophelia placed a belt around her waist -- high and tight.
one could practically see it cradling her bones, holding her together.
it was nearly noon and her yesterday lover was strewn across the bed, suffocating their secrets. he'd wake soon, and realize she was untouchable.

her tiny wrists had been too hard to hold
and though she spoke endlessly, her words were not for him.
simply floating through the room, her words slipped down the metal fire escape, out into the street amongst the models and junkies and washed out actors.
these words had no destination, nor did she.
ophelia wasn't settling, ophelia was always dreaming.

part 1.

ophelia lay, blowing smoke from her love-stained lips into tiny haikus.
her body was sharp. i was intimated by her beauty
everyone, everything was.
her shadow was not even her own.
it was timid, scared that it could not do her naked frame justice.
her legs were crossed
the light illuminated off the jagged points of her hips.