I didn't pay attention to the jack-o'-lantern
or the gargoyles that you kept outside in May...
Take a deep breath,
easier said than done...
Mirrored memories
and self-created fantasies...
Please hold while I choke on your words,
absorbed like cheap liquor...
The willow tree is crying,
somber weeping in...
Young minds possess wings
of imagination to...
My eyes became volcanic, and they ruptured.
As salted lava tumbled down my cheekbones...
Ungrateful...
I'm bound to you...
Her life
gifted her pain...
Chant for the roads
that got me here...
I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red...
So today is the day
The day to say goodbye and walk away...