Knives show the unexposed
like black eyed Susans evoke
Twist faced wives
My pulled back skin
Looks like a puzzle
Piece
Is missing, disjointed like broken bones
Poke through
I’d love to listen
Your voice, is background noise
I’m turned off.


Smelling smoke coke and cheap cologne
In a dollar store nightmare
I’ll just go out
And go out quiet
But every step creaks
And breath is a cough
Gasp, wheeze out my will
And dissect my life out to my loved
If I had a key to this door
I’d lock you out
but I’ll run like the weak

I’m done feeling shame,
anyway

I’ll show up some day.
Some cloudy day,
Unexposed.
Unfixed, dirt under the rug.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others