This morning I woke up wondering
if my sister in the spirit world could see me
and if she could why would she let me fall
into only four short hours of sleep
why would she let me bleed put on the floor
till all I felt was the knife in my gut all day
twisting and churning under the confused gaze of
two
four
six
eight men
I've lost track
lost track of time and space and the number of times they've forgotten my name
why would she let them forget my name
leave me lying there staring at the empty void sky
like static, its stasis but turbulence
all in one
why would she let me fall