just another silly day

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believing, seeking, hoping, praying

to find an answer in the melancholy that is

a battered girl, a simple song, a faerie tale

invented to whisk away a pallid heart - but

it’s just another silly day

and she realizes there is no escape in the silence,

when she is alone tears paint

a pretty poem that no one will hear.

by the way
                 I would like to say
                                                I miss you again today

last night i dreamt of ugly

things - bloated toads, broken birds,

and the mangled half-skeleton of

a human body all floating

up my driveway as I tried to flee

and warn my family, but as I turned

I witnessed a hooded man

****** my own father, who fell

in the puddle of slippery bones.

stiff sheets, cold covers
tonight i cling to these dreams
hopeful not to wake

i am nothing but dark skin, dark

eyes, and an even darker heart, yet you

tell me day-and-day again how beautiful

i am. i am, nothing but dark.

Last night I dreamt

of you, you and I said goodnight

and you went to your room and I

to mine, where you proceeded to touch

yourself and I, I too

touched myself - and we both touched

ourselves to sweaty memories of us

in the blue room/

in the old house/

in the early months

of a young love that came unraveled.

back-to-back in a bed fit
for one we are two
separate bodies rolled apart.