One day
He will know everything about you
What you like for breakfast
The strange sound you make while laughing
That you always feel like
You need to prove something
But he will Tell you
That this is what makes you Special
Then he will leave
So you will stop eating breakfast
And you won't laugh anymore
Because you will start to think
That maybe, just maybe
Special is a Bad thing

She sobs on her knees
She begs God for mercy
She has finally been broken.

She sobs and she sobs and she sobs
Pleading with her Lord to hear her prayers just once
All signs of life, all evidence of a thriving spirit within her have been crushed.

Sobbing on her knees
And saying her final prayers
She has become so broken her shattered heart beats its last.

And now all is well.
Everything is so much better now.
She wonders if any of her former friends will be sorry, but everyone knows
Everything is so much better now.

the windows to the soul
it blinks
screeching glass bending for the simplest movement
the air inside is muggy
any the pane begs to break
to release
years
centuries
the air has waited
never breaking
the glass always strong
by now
all that is left is the dust.
the pane shrieks
screaming to break
for the glass to stop holding on.
it wasn't quite a home run
the pane creaks
the glass speaks
rattling to the ground.
the dam overflowing
the baseball rips through the window
tearing it in half,
then thrown back
avoiding the shards of glass
the puddles of tears
chips of glass sprinkle
drip
crashing and cutting those who try to mend her
jagged pieces of her eyes
bleed with the kindness that comes
with saving those that are gone behind the window
with the broken walls come
thicker walls
more layers
prepared for the next baseball
ready to reject it and throw it back harder than it was tossed before
once broken
the window gets stronger on the outside
new glass
but the pane is still weak
and breaking
so they shut the window tighter
so no warmth
no wind can cradle it
no breeze dares
to come close to the broken glass.

from my car in motion i saw
some shivering silhouette
with a soft glow like
the last drop of sunlight
breaking on the horizon
or a black cloud with a silver lining
head in hands, weeping into their palms
on the opposite end of a short tunnel
for a fraction of a second
and i was green with envy
over all of their emotion.
sick to my stomach of the apathetic
reluctancy to feel anything worthy of tears
if i could throw it all up,
and let it cover my skin
like a sick filled spit fountain
or acid rain
then at least i’d feel disgusted.

Olive stem slit
Xylem seeping with the thick blood of a crying wildflower
The pain inside like being torn apart
The shears leave the roots shrieking for their blossoms
The yin to their yang snatched for their beauty
her petals
once colorful
already seem gone
replaced with the wilting blooms
drowned in an ocean of the rain's tears
the source of their life seen only through glass
one at a time
rotting inside out
each petal droops
jumping into the trash
what have they become?
murdered for their splendor
yet begging to be with the likes of dirt
to be home
under the surface
to hide and begin once more

attention
her sorry eyes
plead
watch me
feel me
see me
Here
is all she wants to be
eyes on me
don't blink
see me
her heart screams
her smile screams
watch
fingernails like claws
grasp at the eyes
the mind
the whole heart
of whoever sees her cry

How many
mirrors
Must I have shatterd

           How many
           times did I
           Cross under
            the ladder

Why did
the black
cat choose me
to intersect

            I can't believe
            I put the
            Noose around
            my neck

I shouted please,
Begged and cried

            One-hundred
            times I lived,
            One-hundred
            times I died;

Because I was
the mirror,
The shattering
glass

            I became the
            ladder,
            Made of steel
            and brass

I befriended the cat,
And sealed my fate

            And as for
            the rope,
            I always
            knew,
            it could
            never
            hold the
            weight.