must we talk this
through the
roof..

hangs heaven ready
to cave in..

my brain’s not to
be trusted
true

the heart’s become
the only
part

worth shielding midst
collapse

still beating
though much slower

in this taped off
house of
rats.

cold hook embedded,

catch released
without
kiss,

the
ripple
reminder

you’re forever
missed.

the drowners
resurface

to cast one last
gaze

at pond dragging
strangers

still mouthing their
names.

stripped of cheap wood
camouflage,

folded chair in dad’s
garage,

a dusty crate of
god knows
what..

is needed to connect
the dots,

when crayon’s missing
from its
box.

turning on the
soft lights

only to be
further scared

by the reflection
of a movie

never scripted to
be shared.