I tilted my head and watched As my reflection, With dark under eyes And salty lashes, Held herself too tight Skin was broken and bleeding Her shattered glass eyes were prisming the sunlight She was pillowed in melancholy Got too comfortable in the darkness of her room That sinned its way through the frame and killed her delights
I wish I could reach her Lift her hands from around her own neck Tell her that it’s okay to let cold air into her lungs Even if I can’t rip the why from my tongue Even if the why doesn’t exist to give her
So I swept up her shards Watching the words Crumble and croak in her throat I waited as she cried Choking on sorrys