last night, i slept
with my back
to you.
i tried to mute
the thunderous breaking
of my heart -
splintered, tiny shards
scattering to the corners
of my shattering soul.
the blinding lights
dimmed to shadows
slowly choked out
by a gigantic hand.
last night, little feet
stark white against
the gathering dusk
walked through the debris
the illusions i harbored
glinting off the shards
disjointed, unfamiliar,
unrecognized.
i found sleep, the ringing
still echoing in my ears -
of shards further splintering
to unseen pieces,
of silent agony
and grief,
of love disillusioned,
disappointed, distraught -
my skin fearing
the slightest friction
of intimate, familiar skin.
04 august 2004
