i broke the window
my rage splintered the glass globe that hung
above my suitcases crammed with wanderlust;
the comeback poems and barren landscapes
i want to walk are prickly shards on my mother's quilt
we flew alone to the skyline, stealing
a pinch of sun and half of a cloud
and i ate something unspecific
from your hand while you regaled me
with abroad stories
drugging me, dragging me
things got dark; you pressed my throat closed
once i found my rationale;
my rasping breaths scared you half to death
you tossed you way into my nightmares
and im at your mercy
until i wake
silence
the deck of cards shuffle
chance is not my friend
night terrors dont own me
i vomit up my dreams
