Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.
I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.