Breathe

{ Not about her.
Just to clear things up.

Just me...breathing.
I suppose.}


Portrait of an unknown woman.
Left torn,
forgotten and dashed upon blooded rocks.
She’s sitting,
waiting and singing
her own tragedy.

Oh soft voice,
oh sad songs,
oh sorrow…

Brows creased,
her knees shake.
Cross-legged portrait
of wanted,
craved,
redemption.

The stars are crisscrossing
across her fogged window
and her
clouded eyes.
Fogged and clouded
by love and anger.
Hate.

She lost herself
somewhere along the way
of her
begging for redemption.
Always lost and lonely,
always sinning and singing.

Singing her temper
out, into the brisk breeze
of another cloudless night.

The bulb’s burning,
it’s almost midnight.
Her hand scratches against scratches
long lost to months of re-grown skin
and days of re-grown
self.

Lost,
in this sea-breeze of anger,
this
ballad of tragedy of fogged hearts
and eyes
and tears.



I hope
you can forgive me.