I am prone

kicking the door
banging, beating on the hollow wood

the nerve, I need

it hits heavy, it hits hard
like my hand hits the abused oak

but not enough alone

maybe angry, desperate fist
no answer cares to call to me

clawing til I crawl to sleep

prone, and cold

forget that shame is mine to own
forget that knobs ******* under me

push the luck I've so far escaped
push myself against the frame

prone
wipe the rain that drips from my brow
prone to cold
raise a storm to blow it down