They asked me,
"What do       you see?"
& in each on                                                                          e I saw you,
in a different sh                                    ade, a different  
distance away (calling                                                 to me? Reaching out?),  
     so I said I saw a                                          few ducks & an old  
   woman smok                                                                ing a cigarette  
& someth                            ing like a
scho                 ol bus,
but you are not those things.

I do not see
the diamonds in you.

Obsessively stagnant
Wet ivory cheekbones
With  sunken hollows
Calm bones with painted patchwork
Dank ****** sobbing
In this filthy velet pain
Shattered ***** smothers
Ripped and ruthless I spin
Covered in night
With fear dancing in my spine
Bloodly swirls with the poisons I sip
Folded as I slowly shift
Losing minutes and my worth
Tangled in this stroke of the sea
As I weep and try to escape

The aches in her palms soaked through her skin
and dripped down her bones like paint
staining a path of midnight roses that she could not erase
She wondered if it might ever stop
if this winding river might one day dry and let her breathe in clean air
instead of the anchors that ripped through her throat and weighed down her chest
She waited patiently with her bouquet of faith hoping that it might end
but nothing ceased and the rivers became oceans
and one day as her heart gazed into oblivion
it was led away by ghosts full of promises
until her vision became clear and clarity held her weary hands
and let her see that the solace she longed for was already beneath her fingertips
she just needed to open her sombre heart
and no one
not even faith
could do that for her
only she was
capable