Find poetry in the way
he bites his lips and breathes heavy,
which happens to be the same way she
hides behind her long fringe.

and also the way they both look at each other
speechless, breathless, empty.

Find poetry in the way
his mother shunned him once she was told,
or in the way his brother sneaks out in the middle of the night
to speak to his little brother,
and check up on how he has been doing without his mother's embrace.
Maybe you can find it in the way his sister cries to sleep at night,
whispering under her heavy breathing,

God, bring Mikey back home,
please tell mummy his heart aches too.
please tell mummy he just wants to be loved too.
please tell mummy his lover is just as human as i am.
tell mummy he makes Mikey smile, i haven't seen him smile since
Forever.

Perhaps your muse will be the way she paints,
with a burning passion.
Her mother is proud.
Her daughter is the best there is.
"Have you seen Jenna?" "Oh isn't she wonderful."
"Have you seen Jenna?" "Oh she's just busy today."

"When was the last time you saw your daughter, ma'am?"
"i never knew she.. i thought-
no, Jenna, you can't be dead"
Mum, i am drowning in my own blood.
but do not worry, i am **wonderful.