the faces that i carry through the day
i can feel them sitting on top of my skin
like a wax figure,
my empty bravado
it carries me
at night
pain drips
into rage
and i lay awake
sinking into a pit of
dreams,
nightmares
memories
i want you to
hold my soul
writhing in your palm
like a newborn
screaming
beat, burn, hurt me
until i feel tears wet and hot
and my soul is quiet