Your chalky eyes
read my chapped lips
as words tumble from my tongue
like a sickness

Your wryly fingers
Trace shapes against your knee
Like a spider stitching it’s web
And my voice cracks

Your closed lips
sit motionlessly on your face
like art in a gallery
and I am a sellout

Your destructive neglect
Weighs my tireless breath
And I am screaming now,
“I need your help,”

Your eyes glaze over
As your fingers drum
And your lips purse
And I am nowhere to be found