One more whisper

written on tissue paper

and dissolved

underneath a tongue

that promised

silence until morning

when the sun

drives away the need

to fill the dark

with something deeper

than the shades

of midnight

She is delicate

like I imagine the day in late spring

when she entered the world

mewling in in her own sort of grace

that bites gently

instead of the screams

that gnaw just underneath my skin

We are the same

as much as we are opposites.

I fell clumsy into this world

where I don't even really belong

but I insist on digging my claws

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My hand falls away

heavy like an anchor

that sinks into waters

that taste like the tears

I can still see behind your eyes

I know I hurt you

like my skin isn't branded

by only you

I hide in shadows

like your only job

is to light the path back out

I don't know why

I like the way the lies

lash jagged lines

into my own flesh

And I don't know why

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This life swallows me whole

as I consume it

bite by careful bite.

I am tired of being held

by the tongue

while the song is smothered

in another's mouth.

I circle back to the beginning

each time I say goodnight.

The sun bites the horizon

and I choke on the light.

I find myself here again

in the dark place,

that is not an absence of light,

but an abundance of everything

so tightly wound together

there is no seeing clearly.

I am a shattered mirror.

I can still look into the broken pieces

and see the fragments of what I used to be

and something that somehow

feels more complete.

I feel real this way,

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I stay safe tucked behind lips
but it is the teeth
that understand
what I really am

A bite concealed by a whisper,
a weapon yielded gracefully,
a catch of breath
at the unexpected truth

currency at the expense
of a little piece of you

Graceful escapes

are my endearing way

of saying I do not know

how to hold onto you

while my hands are busy

holding myself together.

Still, I always find my way

back into arms

you have always left open for me.

Matching tender hearts

might have made us lovers

but the way you've held

my broken pieces

makes coming back

as natural as breathing.

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Heart starts screaming
until ventricles shake

I'm bleeding again
upon the page

Pumping again
out and over
with nothing to hold
the overflow

Panic feels cold
in fingertips
and on parted lips

And when the tremors
begin to fade
I can only hear the lovers say

"She's starting to turn
bluish"

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The cage is empty now
and the tree limbs vow revenge
on empty nests
and featherless wings
that are now
just ghosts of song birds in spring

I've cradled the bones
for so long I didn't see the storm
roll in as if on a wave of grief

I was holding onto the body
just trying to remember the song

It was one day in May.

It was one unremarkable day in May.

It was making a mascara face in a mirror

and putting on a polo shirt

getting dressed for work

on a random day in May.

It was the ring of a phone

and the crash of a glass

a mirror pane mirroring pain

on a random day in May.

I heard the screeching tires in my mind

saw the bus screech by

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