Drape your skin over my bones~

Feel as my limbs turn to stone

Weight my feet to slow them down ~

So that you may follow me. 

 

Stitch your shady shadow over mine

Weave yourself ~ an invisible thread ~ throughout my beautiful tapestry 

Unpick my silks and golden yarns 

Replace them with your nylon strings;

A feeble attempt to clip my fledgling wings

 

Tattoo your name into my mind

Watch as the delicate petals fall ~ silently

From my eyes

Make me believe the world is blind

Tell me I will never fly

And I… I will ask you why?

 

Scrawl yourself into all my chapters

Stain my pages with your indelible ink

Spew your poisoned, spineless words. 

Your prose holds no rhythm

Your poetry no rhyme

No purpose has been served ~

It seems you wasted your own precious time. 

 

Tip rancid oils over my water

Erase my delicate pastel hues

With your dark, shady greys

And your murky mix of blues

 

I will make a sable brush

To paint right over you. 

 

C.K.22