Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.

he had broken me.  left me on the floor, broken and bleeding.
i can still hear him, hiting you with his fist.
i want to yell at him. tell him to come after me and not you.
but i cant. and i never will.
he comes bursting in. i tell you to go and hide. dont come out, no matter what you hear.
you run and hide. he comes in stagering. he's drunk.
he comes closer.
"hey baby" he slurs. he's so close i can smell the jack on him.
i want to run, but before i know it he has me pind agunts the bed.
as he starts to slap me, i only cry out once, telling him to stop!
he yells " WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?"
i cant anser him, which only makes him slap me harder.
he stops, as he hears his baby girl crying in the other room.
he gets off me. " dont worry rose, mama coming."

she passes into your life
promessing anwers
you let her in
suddenly you see
everything she gives you are question marks
as she walks in doubt
where when why would she go
step by step carefully hiting the ground
as the loud sound goes through the house
breath by breath
and i beg her not to leave