I'm a better window than a door
Like a sunscreen fantasy in rainbow daydreams;
A windshield in a galaxy.
Touch his chest, his arms, his face,
But I'm a memory.
He walks right through me,
Can't see me bleeding.
This trenchcoat, is it chainmail?
No, a straight jacket.
Twist and shout.
It's loud enough for a dog to hear,
But still not quite a whisper.
My back is exposed
Cold like I'm a ghost,
But I'm standing right here.
Can't cover up with a cardigan,
The weight will only bring me down,
The threads will spread,
And reek havoc on my nerves somehow;
Wanting to scream but
Nothing comes out.
Tears keep drying before they can
Completely run out.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
