Ghost-Fletching

We are the-
Unattainable
Lampshades--flickering
On and off-
In-and-out
With
And without.

--And her skin
Is all I can breathe. 

I write in cartilage 
Memoirs just to feel
Unfeeling. 

But we love unfairly
Until digging nails
Into walls--

Becomes beautiful

We-the-unreachable.