The Mountain

My shelter is the storm,

blame my vindication

as the rock hints an omen,

“Climb down, climb down.”

The mock of frigid whispers

warn my hopeful heart

and tell me to turn swiftly,

“Climb down, climb down”

My shaking hands agreeing,

“Climb down, climb down”

 

Windowsill

Can I just cry now?

Or maybe put my shirt back on. Perhaps I’m just cold.

Can I just leave now? Or maybe stuff my heart back in. Perhaps I’m just selfish.

Can I just die now? Or maybe it’s a slow decay.

Perhaps I’m just lifeless.

Can I just laugh now?

Or maybe form a tiny smile. Perhaps I’m just losing it.

Can I just sleep now?

Cuz maybe I’ll wake up and realize that I’ve dreamed it.

 

The Hamster Wheel

How did you know that I was unhappy?

Was it the dew in my eyes?

Cuz, you never look at me.

Was it the catch in my voice?

Cuz, you never talk to me.

How did you feel the night that I told you?

Were you trembling like I was?

Cuz, you never touch me.

Did you cry in your sleep?

Cuz, you never hold me.

Oh, but how could I leave if you’re here beside me?

Do you want me to stay?

Cuz, my well is empty.

Do you wish me to go?

Cuz, I will if you tell me

 

Amazing & Terrible

Had she ever been loved?

Not like this

A message in a whirlwind while she slurred in the dark

Luring her close; pushing too far

Had she ever been touched?

Not like this

A curious feather that tasted her skin

Tickling her lips, then beginning again

Had she ever been hurt?

Not like this

A promise of someday after the storm

Her belief, the one cloth she shouldn’t have worn