Empire Of The Senseless

If I am not allowed to be yours, than I am not allowed to be. Oh! What a terrible way to be punished! Abandoned. Insidious torture. Children left to die in prisons they designed for their own pleasure. I stare at the moon at seven in the afternoon. It’s still as bright as the day I stole you away forever, but the dark is lurking up the side of the canyon, under the bridge on 1st.  You know the one, a head at third, under rickety Quince, and a tail at Dove. Not her Dove, my love. This day is not the same as the one I hold her in. I cannot leave this day, as it is the only one, so I beg the moon to reflect the other side of her for me. I cannot touch her skin, so I dance in the blazing heat of the dessert until my own skin screams reminders. ‘Remember yesterday! Remember the way your mum said I’d never live up to the man I became. Remember, you changed my name and claimed the throne! Remember? My God woman, you must remember!’  I remember. I’m on a train. The seats are burgundy. She’s sitting opposite of me kic