Blue blots  adorn the page
Trembling ink falling from
trembling fingers
Don't you remember how to write?

There's a pause

Images soar wildly through your mind.
Like a firefly zipping inside a glass jar
Bouncing from memory to memory
Ultimately the light shines bright
The firefly reaches the top of the jar
But before it can escape
It burns out
Falls gracefully
On it's back.

You look down
And the blank canvas
*Screams of silence

Maybe you could wake me up and tell me it's just a bad dream

Because, how tragically ironic would it be
To end up dead because of an overdose
of the medication meant to help keep you alive.

Hey Jack
Are you there
there's a someone on my window
his eyes are red
His stare, kind of deadly
He said you, my own brother, doesn't love me
he said he's going to **** me
it's not true, right, Jack?
He's coming closer
Is he carrying a dagger
and he's about to get in
Help! Jack!
he's at my door
and he looks like you
Wait
Brother,
is that you?

And I'm scared
Cause falling into you
Means falling out of him
And somehow
*I had not prepared for that

And they couldn't help
But dance under the street lamps
To a melody
That maybe only too much alcohol could make you hear..
Swaying in each other's embrace
Careful not to spill their drinks
Hoping to listen to their song
A little longer

But aren't our minds sometimes
like dead dandelions?

Delicate
Fragile

*And all it takes
is a breath
to lose them