A smudge on reams of paper
blank
furiously so.
Edges that cut fingers raw
beneath the skin
there's
shallow blood.

Rotting flesh smooths over
roughly sewn together
scars barely visible now
pallid surface
sallow under.
This now - is maybe forever.

I'll be just as silent when I leave

Long before I said anything

You'd say why

has it been, you didn't?

time that was, spent on asking

That could be on accepting

If I was different,

would you have said the same?

I'll be just as silent when I leave.

Not You

Maybe it was right for you that I wasn't.
Beyond your way
Not to my arms, not today.

If you're lost, well you've lost me too.
I tossed a coin to see if you cared.
the cost of craving this today.

I'm in pieces, not the way you want me.
I'm thinking I might walk,
If that's the one thing I'd do today.

The Clot

I'm still awake waiting for a call.
A sign, a scream, anything.
I found the doodle in my old bag,
I don't wanna tear that up, not yet.

Still awake, writing this song.

Usually, I have plenty to say,
not this time, no.
Usually, I have a tune for my song,
nothing here, no.

I serenade the door,
the cascading open blinds
leaves marks on my skin.
I wish I can throw two cents into the wishing well.

I refuse to treat, to uproot,
everyday it congeals around me.
How Alice felt through the looking glass,
I run a nail across your unseen reflection.

My bright yellow has bleak grey trimmings now.

Just, like the day you told me to leave.
Told me this was done.
Long before I could form stutters.
Too much time spent on closing doors.

I'll remember to love you.
When the green turns brown.
Autumn winds around me, binding leaves.

I'll un'spake.

I'll remember to breathe.
Just, like the day you told me to leave.