Dear shutter lady
we move on different paths
vagrants in a world
where all know more than us
i have no answers for you
i’d lie if i said i did
but our paths have crossed
and i see in your large eyes
however darkened and hollow
they may have become
something kindred
if you go, i go
so sit for a while
and rest.
– fellow traveler
Fading
i was never there
my heart
my soul
they were never there
i reach for butterflies
only i can see
i cry
invisible tears
searing trails across my face
i’ll give you my tears
i’ll give you my heart
i’ll give you my soul
i’m a pauper
i gave it all away
nothing left.
– shutter lady
Why
i ask you each day
you look at me
your face a harsh stone mystery
why
i reach out to touch you
sighing
let my fingers fall across
the harsh features
soften them
bring life to them
as i reach
you raise a hand
it goes across my face
blood in my mouth
the pain in my heart worse
a stomach tight with tension
torn
i’ll spit blood for you
that’s what you do to me
i huddle on the ground
a small ball
tears
my world
a womb of pain
from which i can’t be born
why am i
the wellspring of your hate.
– shutter lady
