How do I feel with my own two hands
small as they are, and the circumstance
bids me to wrap tape over my bleed.
Raise your glass high so my eyes could see
all the straps pulled up my own two feet
and the days lay dead underneath white sheets.

Scars underground in the earth beneath
pushing up daisies towards the sky
Shame overwhelms me in surprise
while black hues slowly blinds each eye.
Let’s trade my hours for more time
we’ll barter tears until we’re dry
If one breath can push out wistful sighs
then one death can end an entire life.

I’m much too distant from the end
and far too fearful of the light.
If every muse made any sense
I’d be weary and troubled by their lies.
But I find it easier to pretend
as quotidian wishes escape the mind.
We’re both caged in suspension yet
over silence in this unspoken compromise.