i won't hear you over the airplanes the ones that fly overhead and leave me riddled with scars i can't hear you over the screams the silence that cries out for mercy, just mercy i don't want to hear you, hands covering my ears my eyes squeezed shut, praying to a god that doesn't exist you speak but i don't want to hear it i don't want your answer i'll end up the same either way
i wish you'd said no; then i could end it without regrets. but you chose yes, so i'll suffer. for you.
peel the potatoes and prepare the vegetables dash my hopes against the wall boil in yesterday's snow, freshly gathered from the sidewalk outside sprinkle in contempt as a garnish slip on ice and nearly get a concussion
a bold outline in a sea of thin brushstrokes brown fading to pink like flowers on a tree transient and translucent floating away with a harsh blow water slipping through fingers sunlight passing through branches