In a dark room,
I dress myself in cobwebs
To cover the stains, to cushion my head,
To keep out the cold, to cover my wounds.
I shut my eyes, bite down hard on my gob
To keep in the sobs.
I make gloves for my hands
To warm them as if by another's touch,
To keep them from searching my body for places to pick at.
In a dark room,
I can't tell the difference anymore between dreams and nightmares
And I'm scared.
With fervor and fear I say my prayers.
You were my angel, & I wrestle with the demons that you left behind.
I go mining for something that shines in my mind.
But my mind is another dark room.
