Fragments

fall from

broken shards

of lives

you’ve scuttled

in and out of.

 

Underlying peace

struggles to subsist

with the scream

of “I” leaping from

your chest  to

bite you.

 

We sit:

shadows of

your fear

squirm across

the floor

tie my ankles tight:

you bind me.

 

Angels don’t

come twice,

the message that

you seek

floats within

this space,

of lifetimes.

 

Fragments in

your smile;

years of swift

escape cut your

tired face

once beautiful

to me;

 

and I’m a

butterfly by night

wings singed with

your desire

melting into sugar

spun light,

to leave you.