I have stopped listening
to our songs without truth
which hung for too long
on clothesline of despair
beyond my halting reach,
hidden among bruises
of empty promises.
Death rattle stilled
my faltering heart
in your barren place.
Penetrating dagger
slew my hollow chest
as I moaned and stared
at bottomless destiny.
I grabbed fistfuls of
my shattered pieces
and ran parallel
to your lightning strikes
out of your dark grasp.
I broke my silence
to be heard
above the call
of crows.
Tears glistened
on my stitched face
as I turned my back
on you, fleeing
toward the moon.