black lace drapes over your window
and flows in the breeze of the wind.
you've captured butterflies in jars and
listen to their wings beat against the
glass, trying to escape their prison.
as you take another drag of your
cigarette, it begins to rain gently;
and rain begins to come in through
your window silently.
you blow out a puff of smoke,
and watch it blow down your tongue
and pass through your lips.
you shut the window slightly
and just listen to the rain outside;
it sounds so distant, so far away,
yet it completely surrounds you.
your ****** tension keeps building up,
and distracts you ever so slightly.
but your mind is occupied
by other thoughts.
memories slowly invade your mind of
things you wish that you could forever forget.
like when you had cut too deep and watched
the blood splatter onto the notebook in your lap.
or the time he broke your heart...
then you notice the unmistakable tears,
streaming down your cheeks.
you wipe them away and finish your
cigarette.
you lie in bed and feel the cool breeze
around your face; you fall asleep.
hours later you awake, the rain has
stopped and the butterflies in their
glass prison have fallen silent.
the world suddenly begins to spin,
and abruptly starts to spiral downward
into the darkness of your world;
and all you can do is fall to your knees
and cry.