Small child, hiding behind a harsh cut fringe
Fans her hand across the window
Feeling the brightness dance underneath
her tiny fingertips
So watchful
So fearful
She stares hungrily within at
the writhing figures incased, suspended
in interaction

Laughter
Anger
Life

The window feels cold, yet
she can sense the warmth within
and it fills her aching bones with promise



The handprints fades from the window
And the door tentatively opens up
The girl breathes a last breath of fortitude
and steps inside, opening her head and heart,
displaying, placing within vulnerability,
Hopeful
Unstoppably hopeful
That there'll be people who like what they see

*I just want them to like me

My heart races
As the last traces of
my pulse trickles
away.

And the cloud strewn skies
Opened up their eyes and cried
Upon my upturned face

And as the thunder rolled
Alone I strolled
Turned out, and out of place

And I yelled my lies to those
Cloud strewn skies and within
I searched to erase

An upturn lip is wished to be
washed away, a roving eye is
bidden to rest

And under the sight of that
cloud strewn sky, I made
myself again,

But, this time, more than less.

I will not share her with you,
and I will not share you with her.

Vulnerable
Drunk
*****

She's sometimes looked

But, how could you
How dare you

Tonight, I feel the hurt
of a ****** again
When I thought your power was over

Nostalgia has slapped me in the face
The words you loved me with recycled
and blowing away

Old Stingy Salts yelling in historical triumph.
Disappointment breathing rankly in my face
As a single paranoid thought circles my mind like a shark

So I lay, every night, in a shirt
that you've given me
Because I want another reminder that although
I'm mad and you're sad
You're still a part of me

And it's going to break my heart when I wash and starch
the sheets that you've touched, where you've touched me

If you think you're not important
then perhaps you haven't met me

I pressed pause on life and look on into a brink
of a new dawn, but you found a way to break in

Life giving water, come down from your cloud
and wash over me, rid yourself of the frown which
you've stapled down to your chin
Lift me, every grin you give me, reminds me not to fear of eternity
You are such a gift.

But once you're in that cloud you block me out,
There is no lift that can take me to your heights
Why do you fight to prevent any help?
You call me, an unbreakable siren SOS,
yet you will not let me in

let me in

I am bare to you
Too aware of you to allow myself
to press a pause
to take a breath
a leap
a wreath of blackened roses
cut into my head

Please, stop acting like you wish you're dead

That's what she said
That's what she said

Be bare to me

and let me in
I allowed that pain of me.