Delicate pieces
inside
reach out
like tendrils
of finest filament
seeking out
your touch
your attention
your love
each tendril
so vulnerable
that even
a breath
could melt them
away
Little moon
dangles
from earlobe
and feather tinks
quietly
beneath it
as glasses gleam
and the scar
remains
always present
but it’s your claim
at the throat
that makes it all
fit…
just right.
Wrap me up
in sweet softness
of cotton batting
and delicate strands
that skim
over skin
and swaddle
the body
to cradle me close
and hold me
while
eyes close
and a bit of rest
is caught
between one blink
and the next
Delicate
and fractured
I reach out
to you
in the dark
seeking the touch
of your skin
against mine
and in that moment
instead
of shattering
into tiny pieces
I find the strength
to continue on
another day
Boundaries broken
and the guilt
eats away
at the edges
that have been torn
and refuse
to scab over
so they
instead
corrode away
a little at a time
like rust
as blame is assigned
and accepted
without contest
Sharp words
and withering glances
as irritation
grazes against the skin
like the abrasion
of a hair shirt
and the knowledge
is there
that the reaction
is too harsh
and yet
somehow
it happens again
anyway