Today

"Guilt is like a ton of  bricks: it's only heavy if you hold on to it." He told me.

"I'm going to dump her, I just don't know when." He told her.

"I'm ready, I really need to get in for an appointment." I told the therapist.

"You have to do better." I told myself. 

"I'm sorry." I told my friends.

"I don't know if we're just holding onto it. I still have feelings for you." He said.

"Pray for me." I asked my mom.

"Please.... Help me." I asked God.

....

Things were oddly peculiar,

Key in the lock-

Half turned to open or to trap the scream. 

She left nothing of the former life-

Only shoes and tattered bedspread things

Where her dreams tore their fingers

Searching the mended mother holes

Keep quiet. 

You'll wake the neighbors with the

Sound of your beat less hearts 

But it may get lost in the sonic 

Noise of bustling aspirations

The car has been warmed up 

For some time but

It was never easy to go

Ego.

Sandman

She stole his bag to pour more sand in her eyes
Leveling the debt
Seeking sleep
And dreams

Turn the timer over
Lashes thick
And heavy
To tick
Tick
Tick
Away the happy lies of the day

"Sand man,  sand man, where are you?
My lips are puckered blood red
Just let me say
'How do you do?"

Silent creeks of evening willow winds
No surprise
She closed her eyes
And came up dead.