The walls seem thinner, loosening the hold of...
Emotionless paint surrounding all they see...

At seven, I was the girl in tattered sneakers
and worn-out jeans listening to records and...

I found a spot on your chest where my head fit...
I laid there listening to your beating heart...

How I separate my desperation
from this vapor-like illusion...

Pick it and pull it apart, shred it and watch the
decay that ensues to bring the pieces back...

Rough and crisp you were
Sniffling I reached out for you...

Black sunrise over
the foggy dawn...

Rays of golden light refracting and
bending; radiating brightly...

Crush me in the box of reality,
smash my innards to a paste...

A dirty pile in the corner-
Socks worn twice, haphazard...

~Quote it Club Challenge~
Quote is from a song by Wrathchild America, No...

A quiet intention that is inspired-
My wings can take flight...