Scars fade.
Sometimes...

I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...

Hold me
like I'm broken...

like being erased.
like being snuffed out...

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...

Somehow
in the silence...

What happens to pain
that never dissolves...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

Today I pruned the roses
I touched the green leaves...

... like a blanket
made from cotton...

Moon,
watch over me...

Silence
as I stand under the spray...