We Pay Tribute

Im full from surviving the night,

in hallways connecting lonely breath,

waged war within caverns of mind

and failed again all my imagined tests,

but I've shattered the backs of shadows,

made beautiful ribbons from litter,

walked alleys their building tomorrow, and

broke glass when she ran out of glitter

I talk of dying because it's in style,

we all enjoy wording, arranged for the wounding

and scars never heal for a while,

we rarely feel worthy, of pens leaking mercy

so eulogies still make us smile :)