Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...
I feel awkward
at times...
Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...
My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...
I hear laughter
and it makes me cringe...
I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...
Ma,
I feel fear...
This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...
I
Fragments of words...
Hide-and-seek hearts
have a mind of their own...
I never know how to act when
the walls don’t shake...