Poetry

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

 Twinkling lights

Like stars

But never that sweet

Like a firefly in a dark bog

Take me away

From this

Cold

Industrial

Ruin

Take me away from the

My elusive

Smile

Hides my joy

What a wonder

Here they are

Playing

Dancing

Singing in tight harmony

Something I know I'll never do

It hurts.

Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.

It hurts.

Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.

It hurts.

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

never stopping angry quiet 

Tok Tok Tok Tok:

ink on paper nonsense words

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

lips are moving saying nothing

And then there were two.

Two hearts, two stories.

Two lives intertwined.

Doubletime.

Two angry auras

Flushed with the blue of sadness

And the hue of love, at the edge

Out of the way

Out of reach.

B

Blades (noun pl.)

/blād/

And then there were two

Best friends

Most of the time

On and off

For many years

One

running back to the other

When she probably should have let her be

Until

She realized

We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves, cradling the mangled bodies of children who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that they fell down our faces and got stuck there in the shapes of tears and little hairs and pimples.

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

Take one look around before you put your head under and take a sip of the chlorine.

Feel how bad it hurts in your chest and throat and brain,

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs.