I am barefoot on shattered glass,

Bleeding from the shards stuck in my feet.

I reach out to you,
Who will never meet me,
Who will never know me.

I spit blood
From the holes
Where the teeth,
I spat out,
After taking,
The punch,
That put me,
On the ground,
Used to be.

I try to push myself up,
To my feet.
I reach out to you,

Though, I will never know you,
I will never meet you.

I brace myself again,
Ready for the impact.

Dead on my feet,
Entombed in myself.

I can’t carry on.
I must carry on.

I pick the shards from my soles,
Fit my teeth into ****** holes,

I know that I will never meet you,
I will never know you.

The tears like rain,
Water fallow ground,
As I reach out again,

To you,

Who will never know my name,

As your name dies,

On my bruised and ****** lips.

It all flows together,
Like pools of water,
The ones I step between in the parking lot.
Like paint dripping from a canvas -
Indistinct and coagulated,
A beautiful mess in the liminal spaces.
It pools in the tray of the easel,
Falling on the drop cloth, and on the floor.
My thoughts are scattered nothings,
Dropping from a paint stick absentmindedly.
I am indistinct,
Not what I ought to be.
I am a clover field without daisies,
A cup without a drink,
A ghost in a long hallway,
A body without a soul.
I am a paintbrush without paint.
I am nothing but the potential I can't fulfill.

Sable seasons and unfit dreams
Call out to me in the night
Speak to me like old friends
Loose-fitting and callow
A thought unburdened
Bids itself unwelcome
To fertile earth untilled
And your voice reaches me
From years beyond memory
Unconscious and unbidden
A wound not yet healed
Unconscionable, it changed me
A photograph, a ghost
And I dissolve unremarkable
I dissolve unchangeable
Into the sky