What makes the heart like glass shatter
what makes nothing matter
what makes the muscles tighten
contraction
of anxiety
ripens
Pain the unaddressed envolope
letter opener
stabbing
into me
into the maddening darkness
left to feel my way out of it again
blind and still
like paralyzed prey
I am food
for ignorance
I feed ignorance everyday
with bits of me that is taken away
turned inside out
so I can see in
and all I can see
is
empty

Cigerrete cherries
inviting gaze
tempting me
ever so slightly
to become the adhesive
to put me together again

oh how easily
I fall apart

No nursery rhymes can comfort me
no mother's apron strings covet me
no childhood graces am I granted
this is where the chess board is slanted
and in the corner do I wait
stuck in check

or is it checkmate

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