Inkpaw

clear imprisonment 
you tap but the glass wont break
panes that make a cage
 

the stars don't watch with judgement 
and the moon doesn't shine to tell you what to do
nobody's seen the clouds fussing
over who said what to who 
sometimes the only way to escape 
this dramatic social hullabaloo

paper wings and messy things
broken glass and twisted strings
tie me up and wrap me in your hate
I won't cry for your mistakes

shattered windows
uneven fate
the smell of cleaner
and harsh brittle taste

the bruises grow on her skin, blossoming like flowers across the pale sharp mountains of her shoulder blades… She loves you.

time fades into a opaque blur
with a burning sensation
you ask me
but i dont know the answers anymore
frenzied lack of energy
and wishing i could simply
stop
who i am isnt as simple as it was
who i was . . .
who was i?

the click click of your high heels
you know we can hear your confidence before you even enter the room
and you like that
as the music sways over your head 
rolling like the hills i used to know