Becoming The Eye of A Storm
Dedications
To the girl
who sat on the edge of death
and lived to write the poems.
Part 1: Arguing
"SHUT UP"
every memory
is drenched in you
so I tried to stop remembering
and ended up arguing with ghosts
who refused to be evicted
"So You Could Say That the Only Reason You Are Alive is Because Of Your Friends And Family?"
the
girl
typing
slow
answers
to
every
question
had been scraped empty
by her own hand
and wants
nothing
but to
stop hurting
people
or
stop hurting
she can't decide
the bridge
down the street
isn't high enough
but I will pretend
for a moment
just a moment
as the train roars by
the ocean
a state away
has too fickle a high tide
but I will pretend
for a moment
just a moment
as I book the MegaBus ticket
the ceiling fan will break
the shower can't be made tub
the razors are not sharp enough
I
drag
this frail thing
this cage
everyone begs me to endure
back to bed
I
don't want to talk about it
I
would die to be rid of me
I would die
I would
yes
yes,
you could say that.