Untethered

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.

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Do I Die?

I fall

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

I fall,

I fall,

I fall.

But do I die?