sweep me away
from
here
place your hands
upon my eyes,
take my hand
lift me up, far
above
here
lace your fingers
between
mine
wrap me up
in arms
that speak
the words unspoken
arms which may
seal up the cracks
that only the moonlight
has seen
I kept all the words,
Every single one you said
Some of them a gift,
Some as heavy as lead
I kept all the words,
I wrapped them in gold
I thought I might need them
When the winds would go cold
I sift through the words,
Every single one you said
They ricochet and they resonate
Off the walls of my head
At once I believed them,
These words that were said
But I see that they bewitched me
To believe something else
The lone woman
Sits on the highest mountain peak
She has found
The climb
Though perilous
Provided her little
Trouble
She sits on the peak
On a rocking chair
She has built
Out of promises and stone
Others seek to join
Her
But few
Make the climb
And those who do,
She fashions them
Rocking chairs of a similar variety
But little by little,
They cut her down
And little by little
Her smiles turn
Upside down
They continue to cut
She continues to drown
But the last time they cut her,
she bleeds no more
Fourteen hours later
And
I still haven’t moved
The sun was out briefly
Today
But I kept my curtains
Shut
All day
I thought about washing my face
Multiple times
It washed itself though,
I still haven’t moved
–
it’s always the same equation
in my head:
expectation = 0
reality = -1
The girl dressed in black
Smiles, then turns back
Facing the space she’s adopted
As home
I’m learning not to care,
She says
It messes with my hair,
She says
She settles her thoughts
Smiles, and says no more
She’s let go of expectation,
Says it causes her too much
Vexation
Then with a leap and a skip
She disappears into wonderland
Through the revolving door
nobody stood on the city bridge
sees more than I do tonight
or perhaps that’s what I think
lady luck lays happy,
underneath a street lamp
with a heave of reluctance,
muscle man lies next to her
while he lies his way
into another sweet session of
small
talk
nobody stood on this side of the bridge
hears more than I do tonight
whisper, chant, proclamation;
‘you’ve been left behind again’
louder now,
‘you’ve been left behind
– again’
Moonlight swathes her
As she dances her moon-dance
She spins and she sways,
Getting dizzied and dazed
Whispers call, tears fall
And in them she bathes
–
“I don’t ask for a lot.” she sighs
“Maybe that’s why you don’t get much.” he responds
i close my eyes
and i can hear the ocean,
the waves crashing
at the shore,
then shying back into emerald waters,
i close my eyes
and i am alone,
but not lonely,
i step forward
and i am floating,
i am sinking
–
i am drowning;
i am free ~
Her soul is raw
As though it were lined
With ammonia
And formaldehyde
The sun pierces through
Her exhausted skin
Until she is
Transparent
Tomorrow’s rain
Drops like acid
Speckling her skeletal,
Bare neck and shoulders
She packs her worries
Into her old handbag
Along with the long list of promises
He never intended to keep
lips
pressed together,
not pursed
but almost
sunlight
and cold winds,
juxtaposed
deceiving
there she lays
listless,
restless
beautiful
drag,
sunlight ripples through
the cracks between
the almost autumn leaves
addicted
to the drifting,
lightheaded
lighthearted
blinking neon, breathing beyond
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