Grass
which side of the grass will I end up on ...
will I fall ..?
or,
will I rise ..?
I,
don't make that choice.
I just hear the cries.
the cries that fall,
from painful eyes.
a new page, yes.
but, no erase ...
stagger and stutter drunk
dazed and unfazed.
waiting for the grenade ...
If it ever drops ....,
I'll pull the pin upon my own head.
Deceived
The flowers wilted
As you walked away
And with eyelids dimming
To the condescending sun
It haunted our reality
And I curse you
Words spewed at
The back of your head
Fuck you --
For waking me up
And stirring my soul
Making me feel
Like I'd finally found
My home
I slice my forearms laterally
In the shape of your spine
Calloused by your indifference
My heart breaks
All over again
Every time I inhale and
Light bulbs explode
In the presence of
Your ghost in limbo
I was a ballerina
Double-jointed and
I am Stronger than I look
I will wear a gown
Made of dove feathers
Plucked and dyed
In India ink --
Blackened to the tone of
The condition in which ...
You abandoned my heart