Throats of Water

Cracked windows and broken mirrors

     clinging to mangled strings of abuse

     caught in flesh prison of frayed bones

     unglued and ripped shreds at seams

Cracked windows and broken mirrors

     soul clutched and squeezed without consent

     stranded in desolate town in nowhere’s belly

     throats of water entrenched in dark clouds

Cracked windows and broken mirrors

     hungering to turn back and walk away

     to close my eyes tight and dance in dreams

     scrubbed clean of yesterday’s lacerations

     yearning to two step into new reality.