Skipping Stones.

I imagined leaving peacefully,
the way a tree bows down in
defeat, anticipating an ax
yet knowing its bark will
be used for warmth.

We all become many pieces,
skinned off for lack of
understanding or lack of
self-worth. I could never
stand up using words or
conviction; there was little
I could do.

I thought of myself in black
and white, lightning stealing
breath from lovers' mouths
while they try to clear their
throats...

they've tried too hard,
modeling how to be amazed and
vulnerable all at once-
so easily shattered.

I imagined leaving,

until the esophagus of my dreams
swallowed my thoughts,
exposing reality to the
devil's stone cold stare.

I cannot retrace my steps.
These rocks I threw as I child
stoned my chance at living
without regrets.

Because I regret, I regret
feeling purposeless.

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Written December 11, 2013 @ 1:24 AM