#latch_box

While the clouds and crumbs of light Tick over the lost hours While the shrill call rings across the rocking sheets While your hollow, hungry chest heaves under the ceiling's weight See me; watch me blaze and rage across the morning sky.

And just like that the racing Mind falls quiet. Spine Raw from the stitched treads that tug at flesh - tug at the will. All that which you held Onto held onto you And in falling - the World above - nothing pulls Your stings

Forgive the moment as It passes. It takes a hold of us. It twists our arm and forces tight our grip. clenched lines - locked eyes, leaving bare The dripping ink and salt Stained pages.