A poem for the missing


Homesick and lost
inside a shell of myself
Barely. Breathing.
falling apart and coming together
our bittersweet voices battering the glass and belting the floor
day in, day out
until there was nothing left to break.

Laid out my smooth pink, light starved self
across the stretch of cool cotton you kept for yourself
what is left here
fragile and afraid in the still strange dark
unsure of the enemy
the door left unlatched, hoping
to escape my fear.


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January ‘10