every sooften, a day will wash over leaving me
a little paler, a little thin ner
for the most part I crush it like a can and bury it in my chest,
pretend it's a necklace, wear a face to match
I'll take breaths so deep, but my chest won't move
up or down, some days
I cut it into pieces, dangle it from the ceiling and watch it glint in the
sunlight, some days
I pull it over my head like a blanket, and keep the dayshine
at bay, leave my limbs pale a little longer
somedays
it's almost a comfort
some days, It's almost as if
I breathe it as it
breathes me and
the wind we create together carries us
in it's length across
the valleys of our
small universe
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind
I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.
Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
~
I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
Wandering drafts, sly
Whisper in our ears
Shake the roots of our spines
We bury our heads for cold
Scanning the sky
For signs of dainty, floating crystals
Fluttering to the ground
In a hazy blue
Yet frost has frozen our pens
And there is blankness
The horizon is an empty tomb
Snow will liberate our words
The land is as desolate
As our papers
Both hesitating to speak
Some language of beauty
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Where you sat to wait out the seasons
In your maple chair, tucked in the corner
Born from smoke and dried lavender,
Old photographs and dusty necklaces
Stained the tablecloth with your empty smiles
Puffed out smoke, eyes wide out the window
Half asleep at the table in your blue bathrobe
Buried in notebooks of days past,
In a silence of summer mornings
And hazy afternoons in bed.
And that your breath was like acid,
It still stains me today and
Your words were as sweet-
When you emptied those bottles.
Still, you loved like no other
Could
Devise.
Summer nights, beer, angry phone calls-
Where I slept and knew not
What is was you did, or why it was wrong
But when the police came,
I still hid under the coffee table.
A young child's world tossing and turning
Constant, like seas that grow with rain.
Your warm presence,
Easing eyes, thick hair, soft words
The all encompassing memory that sings "Mother"
In a delicate drawl like lace on the backs of brides.
Where I sat and we laughed over daily things
And you'd tell me about your new friend
The bird that you saw, what you'd drawn
Each day you reminded me of your dreams for us,
We'd rise out of this hole
"Twelve days", you'd said in dark
You would heal,
no more medicines or therapies,
and you might have been on your way there.
Where your body draped over the toilet
Fourty-five coursing through your veins
Lungs struggling to grasp air,
Arms went limp and neck grew cold
Did you regret the decision you had made?
Darling mother.
Where I stood in the door frame
And gazed over your lifeless body,
Paralyzed in fear
Stumbled to the trees to hear my mind's calm
To escape the screaming of
Too young
Too old, at one tragic time
Quivering to check your wrists for some jumping pulse
But only a deep stillness sat over you,
Froze you in time.
And still frozen in my memory you sit,
Somewhere between where moments turn to memory
And where lifetimes turn to fiction.
Do not worry, mother.
When you left, you did not leave ashes
But a gaping pit that requires the strength of an army to fill
And the courage of a millennium to even admit it's there.
For everything you lacked, it was a gift.
To that same seven year old that hid
In a midnight hallway across a despairing wreck of a mother
And taught her to hold on.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC