temporary nodes of frequent
usability
tug inside my chest and through
the throat;
the heart absconds
through veins and ventricles,
forever thirsting -
my fingers restive to release their
lachrymose grasp,
a solitary tear
shakily
rests on the fringe of my lashes,
and with a caveat of the euphorious
cessation of breath,
it falls
with a final, importunate palpitation
of my exhaustedly languished heart.
a city rush -
too busy to notice half of what is happening to you
- for you -
- around you -
the smell of autumn crisp air
falling off the wrong side of summer’s eye;
glittering frost throwing street-lit reflections
across the freshly bloomed branches,
and a newly hatched chick
unequipped to make it through the night;
we should be ripping our hearts
from our warm, pulsing chests,
dripping a blanket of hope from between
our guilty fingers;
instead we fill our palms with each others’ hair
and watch with sullied eyes,
another casualty upon the frozen ground.
my mind spills open – a
myriad of disorganized thoughts
runs over the jagged rim of my broken skull
onto the lines of the paper placed in front of me -
those blue lines, in perfect placement,
mocking my every word, brutally cheapening each
to something it was never intended to be,
(a disheartening array of a lost soul’s existence)
and lacing every line on my face with panic ridden chagrin -
as i vow to burn through the corneas and cut through
the bruises of those double-crossed by their own existence,
i scramble for the exposed pieces of me not yet
thieved and lynched by the vehemently blind.
