Weaponized
My body's a weapon,
Sharpened to the very core.
With a tongue like a razor
And words like a sword,
My mouth's a double-edged blade.
My hurt holds hands with the pain
And my heart feels constrained,
Beneath the weight of that power.
My fingers feel strong and my mind weak
While I step over friends and enemies.
Sometimes I can't control who I've become,
Causing me to add distance.
Once the double-edged blade strikes again,
It was then I knew.
My body will be my own end.
For an Old Friend
White feathers dance
in your image,
fluttering through this cold winter.
Briefly, I catch a hint,
a hint of grapefruit,
and I long again for that aroma.
Your smile fills
The creases of my mind today.
Your laugh,
it reverberates in my rib cage,
giving my heart fuel for beating.
I will be
more like you,
if that's where you can stay.
Little bits in me,
in all who knew you,
keeping you awake in our dreams.
