(Inner)Vision
Sometimes I see
without sight
Choking in the
dark on
yesterdays ache
I pick up the
crumbs
and paste them
in mildewed scrapbooks
pretending
it's now
My Vulnerabilty is an
ebony robed
smooth
talker
Binding to my chest
like a secret
lover with
rusty pins and molted
feathers
Whispering
Millions of
words
that would ruin
all the
hours
Force spiral notebooks
to fill
in the cracks
that bleed
from
a masochistic heart.
Eyes wide
shut I bury
the memory of
Your smile
I still see You