I have two more years' grit under my fingernails now, two years
of shredded skin and teeth marks, but
I can still dig you out from beneath it all
pull the splinters of you from my cuticles and remember
all your fractured promises, the slivers still embedded between my ribs
remember your crushed fiberglass breath
all the reasons I wake up wheezing and alone at 4 AM
on my best days I have bled you from my system
on my worst, you still circulate through my veins, still seep
from my tear ducts to my fingers, through my pen
onto paper, still linger
and wait
just below the surface of my skin
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