the tongue of
a magician

entering your
imagination

teasing your
little neurons

free from
their connections

form a
crooked line

and follow

the tongue
anywhere

it leads to
a new set

of beliefs

I walk amongst you
I want to say

I am you but you
never let me get

close to you

I want you to know
I am skittish

like you I am
afraid of being seen

I want to run to my hole
climb my tree
fly to another branch

when anyone gets
too close

but you never
let me get

close to you
to tell you

how I feel
close to you

something inside
was eating her

it grew as she shrank

but I don’t think
it could reach her

soul

her eyes never
lied to me

and when her
body shook

like the earth was
quaking and my

eyes leaked like
my heart was

breaking

she laughed and
said relax little

one

angels
feel no pain

we never
asked for

each other
we each

prayed for
another type

this was
never meant

to be (in
some grand
scheme)

but it wouldn’t stop

no one
can resist

the pull of
the opposite

pole of a magnet

these awkward
moments

when we don’t
quite fit

something feels off
at least that is what

we are saying
to ourselves

the brain bugs buzz
and if we try to swat

them away they
will sting us

and people will
think us crazy

when we scream

a brain that
doesn’t still

shivering
from life

in a

cold water
shower

paint the
rain blue

so it matches
my soul

we are those
lost in the

the pain
of early

loss

broken before
we grew all

our parts

so we never
felt whole

we asked
mother

for silence

the wind
to calm

the birds
and the bees

to sleep

we just
wanted

to see
to take in

each other

clearly and
completely

and maybe
believe in

a future