I often imagine darkness.
Dream of pulling the thick, heavy curtains over my eyes.
My final performance in this skin.
No encore.
No applause.
Just silence from the stage I once called myself.
My last bow to the audience of the world that left me broken.
A closing call to air that once filled my lungs.
Please…
Don’t throw me roses.

Threatening
new tears
at its seems,
my heart
is pulling
from my hold
of stitches..

All
because
of
you.