her laugh broke the silence

and as I sunk to my knees

to gather shattered pieces

once again

I remembered the way

she used to touch the pane

with the palm of her hand

to feel the vibration

of our breath

Skies open.

They sheath the world

in a thin layer of

shiny glass.

Watch your step.

Proceed with caution.

Your tires will slide

uncontrollably

beneath you.

Your feet will slip.

Your control will give way.

I peek between the blinds.

I feel at home.

My mind is covered

in a thin layer

of shiny glass.

It is frozen numb.

My heart is slipping

and sliding.

In a beautiful contrast to

nature's display,

I am

so

damn

warm.

A saint

With sins so deep

His soul

turned black

His ashen wings

Disintegrated

Leaving him grounded

Unable to find his way back

Home

Alone

Desperate

On filthy streets

Pavement becomes his bed

The bottle

His warmth

This is his cross

His crown of thorns

To die

For his transgressions

No hope

No forgiveness

Just pain

And fury

The truth lies behind

Bloodshot eyes

Hidden scars

And purple marks

Your body breaks

Then it folds

Laying down

On the Crimson ground

To slip away

Like it's okay

A fairytale

You'll never win

cleansed and collected

under covers in darkness

unclothed and careless

breathing in the silence

stirring the stillness

with my very breath