I have nooses hanging from my ceiling
I’ve made all of them
With fumbling fingers in the rain
I’ve strung them to the rafters like a one hundred stringed guitar
When I get home I’ll make one more,
There’s one for every night I’ve spent in hiding.
It’s raining; I keep my lips closed.
Maybe I’ll get the rope wet,
It will rub harder between my hands.
I think it’s you,
My hands muddle in between flannel,
I’m frayed at the edges
And it hurts good.
I light up the rain
Refracting all over the window
In my corner sheltered in hopeful wallpaper
You keep me secret.
Hi
I keep my lips closed.
It’s cold you know,
My wrists don’t like showing themselves.
It’s been too long
Tonight I’ll add to your waterfall
All wrapped and waiting
For a thousand pretty birds.
Lovingly stealing my breaths away,
Tiny pricks roughly holding on.
It really hasn’t
No
It really has,
Since you’ve been away.
I’ve made stars for you.
I should stop,
Every night I say I should.
But counting my splinters reassures me
I’m good at something.
I need to tell you,
I’m done.
I’m good at ending,
But you’ve beat me to it.
I have all the time to choose from,
Hidden away safe, with me.
Suspended in the air, I am at risk
From myself, from my pendulums.
Goodbye.