Taste the fresh air, but
Not the radiation; when
I look: shadows scream

You poured it--
shoved it into my gasp,
--my throat,
yet
why is it that
you're weeping
over me,
me who's now asleep?
You never could hurt me directly.

When I come back,
don't expect me to
run back into those dead-end arms.
to: My friend

Creeping on me

was your dream

it wasn't my choice;

yet I willingly
agreed.

My forehead reads,
"nothing here"
My back twists,
"kick here"
My heart sings,
"break here"

My name tag blares,
"surviving here"

In my broken hands,
I hold,

scripted dances of hopes
only for you

only
to unfold

I read during the
rainy nights, watching the
drops of letters,
ink,
that
can't
be
controlled
.

You carved in my dreams
molded my future

sanded my fortune,
(with naught a mistake here or there!)

painted my talents
decorated my path to walk

pinpointed my identity