maybe i am lace covered in snow,
feeling the cold run through me.
maybe i am a leaf,
falling off the branches,
unable to grip tightly.
maybe i am a silhouette in the night,
hiding alone in the corner.
maybe i am just a cigarette.

light me, breathe me in,
watch me turn to ash then,
extinguish my flames &
throw me away.

& maybe i'm okay with it.

maybe i am dust in the attic,
static on a.m. radio.
maybe i am just a band-aid,
batteries, just temporary.
maybe i am a silent scream nightmare,
the sigh of the fog,
a heart painted grey.
maybe i am a Halloween mask,
a devilish smirk,
clothes discarded across the floor.
maybe i am a roller-coaster ride,
a tornado in a jar,
a slow instrumental song,
with eyes glazed over.
maybe i am an hourglass with no sand,
the air in my own hands.

& maybe i'm okay with it.