Askew

[Philatone]

hello leanne! wanted to share what I saw, though I admit to be missing much

Sometimes I tilt my head to the side
and cross-eyed, try to imagine your view ..at the moment, I'm not sure who the speaker is referring to. have to dig up some mythology. through that close woven canvas you wear
as your gray-shadowed sleeve ..."gray-shadowed" I found really interesting. I think it's easy to glide over without much thought, but it is so specific

I can’t find the itch that straddles my back, ...great word choice in "straddles" and even "itch". I think "itch" offers a lot of possibilities
though I seek it with your blank stare
and scratch with the fangs that ride
upon your tepid breath ...great last 2 lines

I know the blood has been freed from my skin
by the footprints you leave with my shoes
as you waltz carefree into the cave ...not sure if you need the "carefree"; I think it's possible to show that through the verb
to drink from the Lethe once more

I stand before the mirror and you, knives sheathed, ...did get a little confused for a moment from the structure; who has the knives? I'm pretty sure it's the "you"...
try to suture my skin to my bloodied clothes,
not realising that it is not wholeness I desire,
but fragmented honesty ..i'm taking this to be a critique of this person's "suturing"; great play on what's happening here

Sometimes I wonder if I’d be happier like this,
with my eyes pleasantly scaled and dark
and no questing blades to score my flesh
with lines not parallel like yours

but I don’t think I can breathe
underground
...liked the close

i'm going to need more readings before I can offer anything deeper, but did want to share what I had at the moment