You don’t know how to wear yourself, how to arrange your bones and skin, how to shape your features around them. You just watch them and arrange, rearrange, try and try and try to see what fits. Nothing does, nothing ever did, yet you try. A million pieces arranged in a million more till you are left…
The one I let go of
Look at me, I have little to give you for I, have given so little to myself, but the one gold nugget I entrust to you, brother Etched on it are words, words that will save you, when all has forsaken you. Listen close, though you may not remember Listen, when all is dark and…
The cage that you Keep.
When the maws of the trap spring up around you limbs pull in closer, tighter around your chest, guarding, suffocating mute hopelessness in a ball stricken into shaky breaths vacillating between, a quick death or black rage, knuckles bloodied on the irons All in a split, stiff— …Move Move… inch one toe forward, one foot…
Nothing that mimics
nothing, empty, I thought how odd that is everyone else has smiles, tears and something called cares, except I. My little self sat there mimicking the upturned and downturned corners of the lips mimicked their sound of laugh their arms in kindness and meanness mimicked their strides their speech, the silent and the stresses their…
When the mist thickens.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .