City lights neon clatter
Fucking type what I said
We both speak as we listen
On the other side of the partition
These conversations are always best undressed, free of arbitrary thoughts
Who’s to say what is and what’s naught
Who’s to guess and who’s to dream
If you leave again, I’ll scream
Into the wind,
Apart the flame. Into the kite
A run from it’s string.
A cry into the night is all I’ll bring
What makes you think you’ll cry?
Stringing me along, can you even try? I want to die.
I’ll resuscitate you
And I’ll kick you til I’m blue…can’t say it isn’t true
Fuck it all, undo
Like the cries in the night? Her eyes filled with fright
She’s confused, it’s the light
As she burns in the bright rays, her skin tight
Taught, wrist bound but soul not
She pulls and tugs, but her blood does not clot
But touch can repair all that is not
Touch repairs her wounds, but not what’s in her heart
By Rev. Brenna Carnevale & Richard Huggins, RN