小貓QQ

down the rabbit hole i go,

‘round the tree six times,

where i end up? 

who knows.

cloud, my ice cream,

sweet slopes of puff.

yum.

i’ve got fluff in my ears

to cancel out what i don’t want to hear

but it doesn’t always work that way.
 

every morning she screams and yells.

what started it? i can’t tell.

but it always is aimed at me.
 

she drives me up the wall

and i haven’t got anyone to call

so i wallow slowly in my misery.

day by day my release draws near

and i gather the things that i hold dear,

waiting for that moment to escape. 

hopefully by then
(though, i’m not sure when)
i’ll be sane again. 

once upon a blade

where the fine line

leads to the edge,

i hovered and stared

at the haggard expression

reflected on the metal

that was soon 

to start me,

anew.

Today I took the time

to flip through a few forgotten photographs

and what I saw made me think.

for hours, the clocks hugged the wall.

Memory, old and scratched,

it skips and stops on certain tracks.

Playing the same old thing of the past:

The words you said last.

Ten times over, I’d listen

to make sure the pain was real.

But my eyes remain dry

while my heart cries.

Read to me, momma,

and make me forget

how much we’ve aged.

voice muted, fade away.

I want tomorrow and tomorrow and holidays

to be born out of love

and not monetary gains.

maybe there won’t be so much pain.

Let’s not fight again.

i want my fingers to be

rubbed raw on the neck

of my violin. 

picking staccato.

sweeping with my soul

a slow and mournful tune.

larghissimo.

blisters!