Sunday, July 24, 2016


Clean my eyes 
Coveting the picture frame 
Empty glass 

Burning in my fingers 
Bruising my neck 

I lost sleep 
A vacuum of what I used to be 
Confined in this place 

I feel you waking 
Lost and sleeping 

Invisible i am 
Stitched in time 
Metal lense blinds you 

I am black leather handcuffs 
Batting eye lash in temporary libraries 

Filed and put away 

Feel me in the morning 
Under blankets wet 

Picture frames broken 
You wouldn't ever know 
She's a mess