Sometimes, It's okay to be a crater in the moon The sidewalks sleek slipperiness Teases my vulnerable boot One false move and I'm Face down in the gutter Whatever.
Sometimes, I need to be the lone, cumulus cloud in the sky The black ink of an unidentifiable bird Breaks my white, puffy monotony One cloud "How strange, how interesting." "Yes, quite."
Sometimes, It's important to be ****** into the cluster on those who walk too closely A pungent pallet Of too many different smells Foreign hands sway like chopsticks against mine The end of someone's coat grazes my outer thigh Sickening.
Sometimes, I need to be ****** into the cold cave that is my loneliness I need to hear my own breath flowing with the rhythm of the cars cruising through the unread chapter of the dark, quiet streets The walls, my prison My body, the evil captor
Sometimes, I need to be sorry and, oh, I am A thousand times over My apologies are bigger than every Redwood tree in existence I'm so out of controlWhiplash Five cuts in your back I'm right there to heal them before they even had a chance to bleed
But sometimes, I'd rather leave you banging on the back door Even when the sun sinks I won't listen to your pleas The road ahead of you is lonely I won't be the lantern that fuels your unctuous behavior I can't run with the rats forever The mirror feeds me a different reflection every time I look into it Today, my hand doesn't shake in fear It rests in quiet resolution Soundly over my other