if I could
peel back the skin
from the top of my head
and crack open my skull
and reach inside,
I would pull out shards of
a woman made of Glass.
if I could
break open the covering
to my deepest fears and
truest hopes,
I fear the fingerprints
I would find lingering
on every part and piece
would erase themselves -
edit and change - cease.
if I could draw
the nameless stars
onto the inside of my eyes
and take your hand
and let your fingertips
trace the outline of my
thoughts;
if I could stab a straw
into the grey matter,
I would ask you drink it,
just so you could taste...
if I could open my veins,
and tie the bloodied strings
to your chest;
if I could hold your hand,
and feel our fingers
tangle and entwine;
if I could crack open my ribcage,
I would let you climb in;
if, if, if...
work in progress
