Unraveling
There’s this cold rush of the days and hours I sleep.
Time doesn’t wait to start running away from me
because the sky has already touched the ground.
They’ve climbed into the same boat together
and sailed away as if I didn’t need them,
as if the sun needed to leave the sky to touch
every inch of this earth, as if the moon needed
to scream to reflect off the trees and the glass
windows at night. Who let the impossible happen?
What if today the earth holds my feet, but tomorrow
earth stops being my home, and I have to live
like I'm just passing by? What does it mean
if I have to land on the moon, almost touch the sun,
run across the stars that exist as tiny sprinkles of pixie
dust? What does it mean when you roll over to the other
side of the bed and earth calls for your flesh,
and all you have left is the bones? All I have left
is the memory of what it was like to hold your hand.
Set Me Free
When the pads of my fingers
glide against my marigold sweater,
my mind steers me to that light green room,
the lavender and cedarwood aroma.
The warmth of the room invades my space
without warning, but it’s nothing compared
to how cold I felt when I caught sight
of your being. Rage manifests in different
forms, but I wasn't prepared for you
to look me in the eye and arrange
your mouth to say you hate me.
Time quieted as my words lay themselves
down to rest in my throat within the cemetery
of every word I could've said when you got
like this. Silent is all I could be in moments
where your words hurt the most, so I tugged
on my marigold colored sweater for comfort,
the four walls starting to feel too tall,
too far apart to just be four walls.
In the organ that rests beneath my skull,
I tether myself to a twisted state
of mind, to a moment that I relive
everytime I tug on my marigold sweater.
When I try to purge those tender tethered
emotions, it forms into a ball and rolls
around in my chest,
creating a sensation that makes every muscle
in my body tense as a sob falls from my mouth,
bringing forth every dead word that never
got the chance to fall, to live and waltz
like every other word did. I am chained
to what hurt the most. I wish to be set free.
