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.