The pain rushes in like manic waves.
their hungry currents are irate,
and knock my feet out from under me.
Tar oozes down my spine slowly like wet slug,
And traps the lighting in each vertebrae.
They sting and splinter like diamonds.
My skin sings the blues louder than the storm shrieking inside me.
It begs me on its knees to play those silver keys,
and let ruby notes sparkle down
paper wrists to finger tips.
My tears release their fleeting grip
and get comfortable on my cheeks.
My heart screams mercy and defeat.
Nothing is in control but the chaos
and there is only chaos with careful control.
I am a tired star ready to sleep.
On the edge of a supernova,
waiting for my chance to be stardust