Monday, April 18, 2016

I didn't ask you

You could never hear the green edge reaching,

its change is in slivers
and lines of white, impenetrable

don't pretend that the fact you have a soul
makes you privy

I smile at your clamber
but not long,
I just don't care

my skin is stretched,
tattooed vein-deep
with dirt and ash

curled, cocooned

your words don't change me
you say proper things
you cannot live here

if you knew fragility
I'd ask your thoughts
but you don't

so i won't


Edgy Sisters said... your images. I feel anger, beauty and reach for peace.

sarah said...

wonderful, powerful writing <3