I walk blindly through beauty.
I numbly touch its fur.
I exhale its fragrance.

To drift is to be sure.

My vision is cut short,
that of a pin,
sculpted,
chiseled,
cut down.
Brown is my vision,
defined by the words within.

between the two,
I am.

Stability in the binding,
the spine, I bend.

The cover, my beginning.
The back, my end.

With the frailty of a butterfly

Books for warmth, fading out like old photographs

Antique white skin

Brassy bloodied cheeks

A swarm of dragonflies laces  my face

Ancestry nightfall, ghosts of the drowned

Faded gnarled patchwork, eating away my  mind

Limbs of the tree growing out of me

Divided from everyone else

Inside the pinwheel blindfolded
  
Wading through hours and days

A slave to this disease

It's the only one that I breathe

The junction where smoke and fog reside,
gliding with western winds beneath these clouds,
the moon fades perilously from sight
and it rains ash.
A thousand candle wicks are pinched
as the scent of acres burn,
lit like the flames we blow out so easy.
Control is a funny word,
like when a doctor says, "She'll be fine, I've got this",
the arborist cries observing only skeletal remains,
as his patient has deceased having control to blame.

concealed chains bind me
prance through surreality
i marionette

I can't hold a conversation with them
They spit each word with their own hurt
They come to me hurling my own agony
They are wicked and cruel
I will not shed a tear yet
The clock will strike midnight
I might shed a tear
I might just let my agony turn into anger
Cruel and wicked are their intentions
I bite my own tongue and keep quiet
If I become numb to my emotions
What will I become
When midnight comes
I'll be numb

We'll always have Vegas, we'll always have that. The relationship is over, and we can't take it back. There is heartache, and sorrow, and a little more self-esteem.
I miss you everyday but now I can finally be me.
I can sleep at night now that the deprivation is over, no check ins every 5 minutes, no more looking over my shoulder.
There's always going to be doubt, my future's going to need to heal, but because of you I'll know when love is finally real.
Thank you for the heartache, and the pain you've caused this year, I'm glad we're finally over and I can start to
feel.
Now I get to figure out my dreams, my wants and my wishes, no more choosing for me, and controlling my
decisions.
I get to choose for myself now, you don't get to clout what I say or do,  my future's all mine now and it doesn't involve you.

You were my bushel kept my light from shining
You were my kryptonite kept me from flying
Yes puppeteer I'll do as you say, but I can finally smile when you look away.