Whispers carry the dreams
that were developed
in locked bathroom stalls
in tangled locks of shedding hair
in the food buried deep in trash cans
and in kisses sent across thousands of miles
that never reached the deadened insides
of another caged girl.
The girl who gleams with the tears of others
and who shimmers dully of repressed desires.
Untethered from her post
the girl glides free from the weight of secrets
that dissipate as she disappears
leaving only still remains
of forgotten girls,
pierced by their own bones.
unencumbered by the force
that has ruled my life
since the start of clockless time.
Their windswept faces
Their cracked profiles
Stand and wait
With bored certainty.
A delirium contracts around
the speckled white blue
as a bony hand holds up the yarn
ready for snipping.
Saved from certainty
Deprived of life
But do I die?
Marking away the fleeting time.
Counting the beats down to one.
Waiting for that last grain of sand to fall.
Oh she’s an hourglass
waist cinched tight
with broad shoulders she dislikes.
till that last drop cascades
and her breath runs out.