What to do
When you’re empty
And alone
Just skin and bones
Willing to be reduced
To less.
I confess,
I feel useless
The grave
Speaks to me still
In words only I understand:
“Take my hand,
Rest a while.”
And I smile
At promises of peace
That leave me
Uneasy.
The pain in stranger’s eyes
Calls to me
In languages
Only we can utter.
Opens passages
To worlds
Only we
Have ever known.
I will not let your love touch me.
I’ve been touched before.
I will not let your words soothe me.
Up became down.
I will not believe your promises.
My own blood drowned me.
I cannot be yours.
I am not even mine.
Rivers plan their course,
Following my quiet footsteps.
But I am a broken force,
Dragging along the shattered remains of what’s left.
I thirst.
Rain throws itself from the skies
To slide down my skin,
My lips refuse to part.
Only my eyes join in—
I weep.
Waves rise up and crash hard to reach me,
But I climb the highest rooftop— Scarred.
I’ve drowned before.
Each inhalation of water teaches me,
I’m cursed.
Life sits peaceful as an unstirred lake,
Fills me to my brim with flavourless, tepid, nothing
Numbs me till I cannot wake.
I long for it to shake, earthquake… something!
I sleep.
…And I dream of cold well water swallowed and streaming into my feelingless soul.
I shiver
Absently Searching 