Scarred Inanimacy:

Tear scarred

Cheeks

Long sleeved

Peeks

Wishing for the end

But knowing it

Enough to pretend

You’re dead.

Life seems

Slow

It’s not just for

Show

Fall into pieces

When the wind breaks

Everything she says

Every move she makes

Determining your fate

Killing you

Quietly

Breaking you

Down

Holding your hand to the sky

Maybe even deeper

Then you’ll fly

So bring me back to that place

I was.