Empty

Scream for me because I’m afraid
to. Let your hair fall in front
of your face, stick to your lips, your
tear stained cheeks. My eyes open
to the face of an angel and I’m
almost convinced. I turn away
from the happiness I once thought
I had, from the smiles that would
Come, from the kisses on the cheek.
It was almost the same, and that
scares me like sounds from a bedroom
would scare a child. Just walk to the sink
for a cup of water. Pretend it was
nothing.

Cry for me because I can’t. Emotions
like the ink in a disposable pen.
Throw me away and just live. No
ceremony or kind words, walk to another’s
insecurity, for I’ve found my faith in sleep.
Chattering teeth and chills warmed by nothing
but more blankets. Argue, fight for
the sick who wish to be saved.

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