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.