empty towers stand tall in snow - yet still i climb , (each step) —
like a toy upon a shelf (i am freezing)/
when you rip the stuffing out of me and try to sew me shut ,
but the wound is not healing (it never will)
and the walls get stained with nicotine:: (i miss when they were white)
when i come back to, i am lost - scared (because it is dark) .
i try to howl , gurgle instead: and then i start to weep- (and my tears all freeze like little pearls) . .
when i look for them again, (those girls)
they have turned into wolves (i remember my axe)
and they look me in my eyes — glimmering//
so spit on me, again, i say
i dare you — this time, i am not afraid to bite.
(they do not come back for me) .
the other title for this poem was “i look at you or maybe you look at me.” I let people on my instagram vote which one they liked better. This is about feeling alone in a battle against many different people you care about. I spent a long time working on it.