Slipped like rain down my skin
Washed me in late February change
Mangled more than just my hair
And you, were standing there
Such an odd thing
Like I had plucked you from a dream
And planted you here in front of me
There was no script for that scene
Line, please
Line, please
LINE, PLEASE!
I had to check— more than once— the pace of my heart
To ensure it would not speed out of my chest
Like a reckless teenager
One who crashes cars
And left these scars upon me
I needed desperately to make the moment real
Needed some proof of it
Something to feel so I could be sure
But I was too afraid to pause
Too afraid the claws of it would rip me apart
So when it cornered me
With clenched teeth, I waited timidly
But that moment simply passed
Like a long breath,
A quick death
No comments:
Post a Comment