On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
Sometimes life gets in the way,
Sometimes it’s just me.
Sometimes I blink
—and in the blink of an eye—
A day fades to many.
Loud voices that quiet to whispers,
Vivid hues that dull to grey,
And always a sense of something missing
Something lost and gone astray.
There’s a pounding in my head,
The weight of words unsaid,
And a pounding in my chest
Of screams that just won’t rest.Read More »
If I hang from a chandelier of ice,
Will the cold seep into my bloodstream first,
Like the harbinger of a frozen curse?
Or will the oxygen that escapes
In panicked gasps through faint blue lips,
Be the harbinger of my life’s eclipse?