Inkpaw

Music 
Pours into her ears
Via the small earbuds 
Tucked carefully behind her long
Dark hair 
Her eyes dance around the room
Taking in the other people around her
The guy on his phone 

art
that becomes my very breath 
my very existence
the broken pencil 
the beginning 
of my anger 
my eyebrows slowly scrunching together
like two very skinny caterpillars

a woman 
buries her nose in the tiny tuft of fuzz
her eyelashes dotted with teardrops
"hello" she says 
voice almost breaking
as she looks at her newborn daughter 

wings 
broken, mangled
tangled in with hopeless dreams
mind twisted beyond recognition
gone is the soul once alive and free
caged by rage 
and deeper
sorrow
shattered irrevocably

inside this messy room 
i find some quiet 
among the old books
and faint yellow tinted summer memories
the walls coated with thoughtful paint 
that i keep covering up with faded papers
and more paint

falling 
up 
through the endless sky

starlight like dewdrops
dance on my eyelashes 
as i hold the moon in my arms
in a place made of memories

and happieness condensed 
into faded pictures