~your mouth is glued shut and they're standing across from you screaming about the grocery list and scented candles

~your lover is sitting next to you trying to tell you how your emptiness is seeping into his veins

~there are eight things you're forgetting at each moment in time and the ring around your left index finger is cutting your circulation.

~the planetary energy around you is rotting and you've anchored yourself to this very earth

~holding everyone around you on higher pedestals. purposely sabotaging the smile that just about crept onto your precious face  

~the congruity of your parts has fallen and the spaces between each finger have started to collect dust.

~the scales of your peaceful life have been tipped for so long that you're the one who cries in grocery stores

~chasing so many avenues of adventure and thought at one time that your hands are becoming transparent

~you're dour, emotionless and resentful. you're an accurate description of the sun's frown but his smile hides it.

~you spit hateful phrases at him but are dying inside at the sight of his tears at your fault