Scraps of me
litter the streets,
collecting like leaves
in storm drains,
lining the beds of baby birds,
stuck and gooey
on shoe bottoms,
shadows of a life
not poorly lived,
but passing,
black bits of mildew
spotting its edges,
great conversations
brittle and fading,
the once
sturdy exterior
showing signs of
peeling.
Episode 56 – Graduation Day (Part 2)
Shards of glass dangle.
Walking through memories,
everything fades.
I am your fountain.
Take what you need,
leave the spiders to feed.
The cat’s all alone,
counting miles
before dawn.
Some will be bitten.
Some will be brave.
In the mist, I must exit,
not saying goodbye;
just the slightest
flow of coat behind me.
And though we’ll meet again,
it’s twenty years ‘til then,
and many, oh so many,
snowy evenings.
Episode 55 – Graduation Day (Part 1)
A vision:
Daddy’s little girl,
barefoot and beautiful;
but damaged on the inside,
burned beyond recognition.
If we are to die,
I want to lie with you,
poisoned and fevered
until we find our way;
bound together in battle,
holding your hand until the end.
I will kill to save you.
You will die to protect me.
As the glass shatters,
the blade penetrates,
deep, like the blood of family,
and we part like sisters,
silent, but sure
to speak again,
at least in anger.
Episode 54 – The Prom
Out in the light she shines, you know;
for me, the sun’s a killer though.
I watch her face for signs of fire;
when embers burn, I let her go.
Paralyzed, her lungs retire,
leave her with no heart’s desire.
Her eyes, her soul, her thoughts so dark,
no touch, no word, no friend inspire.
From slaughtered dreams they do embark
relinquishing that inner spark
for love has left them in a heap,
not nightingale, but rather lark.
So dance with me, my secrets keep.
Tomorrow, there’s still time to weep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Episode 53 – Choices
You are chosen
by the sunlight,
your lover
by darkness.
Shadows like spiders
entangle this lover’s box,
creaking open
to spill your fears.
Old and shriveled,
you hide
amidst the twilight.
He, forever lost
to the night,
is always beautiful.
You lower the lid
and, with great sadness,
walk away,
the only true gift
ever received
now left behind.