hop scotch

a writer

pieces

break apart

like letters in words

of a poem to your loved one.

I demand

closure

disclosure

of my insides

rampantly splayed out

across your carpet.

I make myself known,

Uncanny,

flailing out,

released by phrases

set upon a page

I am relevant

only until

relevance is no longer

I am swayed by the ink

by your tongue.

Gasp.

I am not glory

As it all is undone.

Hold on.

To me darling.

As I break apart.

Letters

Of words

Stark.

Like those blank squares.