I can't My hands shake and I hear the words No no no no **** Come from somewhere Maybe from me?..and my back Is against the bathroom wall And if there is a God, I pray to him that You stay breathing
Tonight, The vines that always grow Are cut. They seep water Like my mouth does words. They stem from impossible Things. The vines are cut, And she noticed My scars But did not ask. The vines Will never tell.