I think I've already drowned
in the ocean of my soul,
while deep water
always scared me most

that I am burning up
in the fire of my life,
and soon to be nothing
left to take away

I'm freezing in the coldest regions
of my unwarmed heart,
flakes of thought and bone
just peeling off

and I am crying in the dark
of this vast and lonely place,
from which my spirits all left
but in this corner

I subsist.

These words all climb up,
sit on the tip of my tongue...
and then I swallow.

Shock me soundly, brittle bird
crunch me under stained glass shards
  crash my plane of what's unheard
breaking me hard.

Acquaint me soundly, brittle bird
make the song of an empty sea
strip me bound of all I learned
falling me free.

Sleep me soundly, brittle bird
dream me of hallow and point crest
squeeze and shake out saintly words
filling my rest.

I just need a hug

warm arms into I can fall

oh, and don't we all