Mortuary Stagelights

My lungs empty
dormant respiration—
the deep hum
of the bass drum
creeps up beneath
my ribcage,
trapping itself in
my bones.
Don't you want to feel
my bones
on your bones?*
My eyes drift
behind my teeth
into the green and red
darkness.
My marrow pinned
against the wall
and taken.


*"Bones" by The Killers