• Your mouth says
    “I’m calm”
    Your hands
    Tell me to
    Stop
    Your eyes are
    Screaming
    So loudly my ears are
    Ringing
    And I feel like a rose:
    Pretty to look at but
    Useless
    In a garden of pretty things and
    pretty things and
    You’re a tree bent down by the wind and
    Shivering
    He huffed and puffed
    Blowing you down to splinters

    I’m not a carpenter
    I’m not good with my hands

    Your eyes are
    Screaming and
    My eyes are
    Pleading
    For an answer
    With hands
    Praying
    For a little glue