I Want to Be Beneath you Pulling you down For me to step Higher onto your ledge, So I can scream down at you. So you can feel how it feels to be me. I Want to occupy Your vacant space To show you What it feels like To be beneath And hate. I Want to cut you Into bite size pieces And paste You on the bottom Upside down Suspended and Begging for help But not getting it… Until you’ve had enough Or I’ve had enough And finally reach down And pull you up And put you back together And hold you And kiss you And look you in the eye and say “See?”
winter has come empting your nests exposing bone revealing weakness. as the rot of cold sets in, the birds flee your ribbed cages, taking with them their songs, and leaving behind your desire to escape.