Tag deep
I am a mime.
Burning fingers pressed
against frozen air.
Fingerprints engraved on the whirl
of wind that guards your heart,
hides your heart,
traps your heart in the eye
of the storm. Snatches
wisps of meaning
with intrusive fingers.
Promises bits of something better…
promises unfulfilled.
I draw closer.
Laughing, taunting, stealing
the breath from my lungs.
Worn lungs,
searching for air,
gasping for words,
for some part of myself
to launch into the wind
as if it could reach you.
The peaceful sound of humming
A touch so soft and pure
She doesn’t feel the pain
She’s lying on the floor
A touch so soft and pure
She doesn’t feel the pain
She’s lying on the floor
At last she’s got away from him
She knew one day she would
She would have done it sooner
if she only could
“Where would you go when you die?”
“Where would you sleep when you fall away?”
These answers haunt me;
As I’ve seen you die today.
Awaken in total darkness;
