The wolf killed the bear.
The dead leaves rushed in.
Blue rushes the red and leaves violet sprawled against the sky.
The white churns orange into feeble sunlight.
The world breaks, when you dream.
And I am the first to fall.

Hidden to all eyes,
You searched only to be seen
And to be noticed.

I tire of waking to sticky notes;
On my pillows,
Where your head was the night before.

Don't tell me to get in the shower "It'll make you feel better,"
When you are the one who caused the bruises,
the internal ache,
the tears stained on my face,
the nightmares when I close my eyes,
and the PTSD everybody thinks is a lie.