04/07/2012

Silver Moon

It could drive you insane
the sideways world
and all its conspiracies

like a doll whose porcelain eyes
had only seen molestation
I am too numb for movement

the window panes
count themselves off
as I plan my escape

with awareness and fragility
pushing against my spine
I spiral, coil and compress

the silver moon it contains me
under its white coating
it folds me up, holds me down

a navy embodiment
I will forever bloom
until I reignite.