a legend.
i was nothing but a legend
i am a window tinted with uncertainties,
a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears,
the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday
a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs,
i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because
i left a bad taste in your mouth
rainbows are just an illusion and
no one believes in fairy tales
-- No one speaks to the dead.
and so,
the rooms go overturned,
the ceramic shatters against the floor,
the fable coming to a disastrous ******
there YOU stand
in the eye of the storm
in the belly of the beast
you. see. ghosts.
-- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.
