Stretch the muscle to feel,
Find only air and familiar void.
Skin seems lame in a shade of gray,
Where scars hold no more memory.

Loss is a nasty whisper,
Beckons you to be alone,
Then punishes when lonely,
Crashing into a sea of gray.

A smile once was alive,
But now is forced mechanics.
Loss is a nasty whisper,
That progressed to shouting.

Dry assumptions,
You know what they say.
Ridicule without wonder.
Just a scratchy throat,
A hollow cough,
and a request for water.

A slew of basic questions,
Like a prepared selection,
A magic uninterested eight ball.
A scratchy throat,
A hollow cough,
an excuse to focus elsewhere.

Dry assumptions,
You know what they say.
A slew of basic questions,
Ridicule without wonder.
A magic uninterested eight ball,
Is asking for some water.

Limbs intertwined isn't enough,
For this kind of twisting vine.
Where substance is the water,
To this fertilized soil.

Forming cracks from the lick,
Of dry desert sunlight.
Where once a great lake roamed,
But was used up in his youth.

Orange warmth felt nice,
Until it turned everything brown.
The lush vine died without the lake,
And the sun had no one to entertain.

I can't put my finger,
On this scent that lingers,
Between these four walls.
A smile starts to form here,
But fades into gloomy lines,
I'm unaware as to why.

Locked doors behind my eyes,
Pounding until I'm asleep.
There's something decadent,
Gracing the air in this room.
Lips blurry and in no hurry,
To choose an emotion.

My lids flutter to a closed sign,
No lights or occupied bar stools,
But faint music echoes whispering,
The pounding is now soft bass.
And I can fully see your face,
And smell your laundry detergent.

When the sun came up,
The ocean ate her.
She sat on the beach
and patiently waited.

Starlight spoke to her,
Before the sun took over.
Planted the seed deep,
She'd be dead at dusk.

Fear has a sour taste,
She never got used to it.
Anticipation made her sick,
Ignorance helped it grow.

The shore was serene,
The sea was on fire.
Her feet were frigid,
Her body soon followed.

Scotch tape and super glue,
To keep me all collected.
Chewing gum and safety pins,
Those also work in a pinch.

Cement strapping me down,
When I just want to float away.
Counting sheep gets boring,
These days everything is dull.

Feelings are hard to organize,
Sometimes harder to express.
I can be really fine on the outside,
But this interior is a mess.

Some days I want to unravel,
Let everything just slip away.
My hands are calloused and dry,
From gripping too **** tightly.

I wonder how it feels to be weightless,
To forgive and forget and breathe.
To wake up refreshed and ready,
No glue or gum or pins or tape.

Crash landed before midnight,
No clear mission was given.
Light surrounded my cradle,
Quickly collected information.
Quivered, crawled, and ran,
The challenges grew rougher.

My hands stayed pretty soft,
My heart was full of light.

Crash landed into his arms,
Not old enough to understand.
Light surrounded his mattress,
I softly stroked his cheek.
Quivered, crawled, and ran,
Home when my heart cracked.

My hands stayed pretty soft,
My heart had lost some light.

Crash landed into a new home,
Everything I'd lost was found,
Light surrounded that house,
My panic faded in lacy wisps.
Quivered, crawled, and ran,
Home when the casket closed.

My hands stayed pretty soft,
My heart was now a hole.

Crashing and careless,
Everything stayed ruined.
Light packed up and left,
Panic moved back in.
I barely moved an inch,
Adapt or die.

My hands stayed soft,
My heart found a spark.

Crash landed into reality,
Where no one had waited.
Light flicked and then stayed,
I evicted my anxiety.
Quivered, crawled, and ran,
Into the morning with a plan.