You Tell Me

the weight of your disguise
pulls me deeper
as attempts to pull you out
diminish

the devastation in your veins
illuminates the clouds
through torn and
shredded flesh

cringing at the thought of your
indecision
your stability is fleeting

tension strikes the timeless clock
enveloped in your
destructive
vulnerability

slick as silicone
the pulse of fluffy pancakes...
silence was a
stunning perfection

The Surface Doesn't Mean A Thing

the feeling wells up
within me
only anger
can surface
anger at the hand
I've been dealt
anger that I
can't understand
– no one can understand
as well as
the pain
within
that screams out
in an attempt
to control
and destroy
hopes,
dreams,
hard work –
and the person
I emphasize
...until it's gone.