#bsupoetry

It wasn’t that I never asked for help.

It’s that I asked so often

and cried so loudly

I am the stealth of the city

I claim the tallest point and

Vanish from the inside out

Ten thousand lights blanket me

From the sound and pain below

Blinking their stories, speaking

In a language only time can teach

The silence is alive, far beyond the

Pale voicelessness of the daytime

Look down and you’ll see

Your life in your line of sight

A dark purple sky threaded with

Empty promises and white stars

Galaxies dance above nocturnal

Jarred harmonics prick my ears

Like needles, I falter mid sequence

The finished set collapses inwards

The game is over. You have won.

Before scripts, before cues, before words,

You wrote your way into the book

With honeycomb smiles and crystalline voice,

Cast and crew succumbed to you

You veered off the script

And altered your steps

So I was the fool who forgot her lines

A comic tragedy,

I am worthless as the spotlit dust spoiling the air

The audience peers through me

No longer at me

Upstaged

I dry my eyes on gloveless hands

And pray for a sound at the door