Disposed, remaindered like a ripped up book

remaindered, I am disposed to your control!( into the one way recycling bin,)

Trash heaps of my lost treasures

My dear old trash diaries inside an old movie reel

I am disposed to a searching, angry, annoyed look,(of that plain old dark beak, dark raven sleeps with ears open)

A tattle-tale yelping about hidden stories, failings of organs and eye rolls that get slaps,

remaindered, I’m a piece of paper you wanted to scribble all over, nightmare powered raven

remaindered; a ghostly laugh over the sound of your screams, silent nights full of starry midnight sunshine glistening through your pleading prayers for

Havens that are not true, like your old childhood home,

It’s in dosages, a flashlight on your wall or your parents, used to make your friends entertained at a party—

All those things you lined up like pills to keep you asleep when your eyes are open, or awake when you needed to snooze

Until your angel finds out your storytelling will is matched by your timeline and your profile

Your face a weathered matchstick that ignites, a face constantly engulfed in burnt orange fire,

And yellow, yellow, yellow,

She croons out a symphony of sun-lemon-gut bursting laughter painted pancakes and pianos slammed out like a late night, impromptu love making concerto,

And soothes it like a balm, and all the trash diaries turn into a golden moon solid cover with silver leafed pages of sordid, scratched up, bloodied sidewalk memory—

Your torn up mouth healing little by little

The piecemeal generic that turns into a masterful magnum opus.

My agony is vainly met with my heart vein, I very much feel yours too, is that my passionate delusion?

Is there a feeling we share like in love,

For I heard you once determined, declaring that you address my spirit, not my flesh, Dear Jane Eyre of my heart,

I Edward cannot become nothing to you

As you are everything to me

Lesser, remaindered

Only my good parts picked off like a hot summer apple tree, the rest

Lopped off by a nightmare bird, chaining me off like a parasite he once named me in silky, earthen distaste.