telling the truth

no one rang the doorbell
kids were across town
self-mutilation
cutting
from existence
the blog
i let the words go
i return
to something
less
verbal
in an effort
to
stay
alive

she sings her goodbye song

whoooooah whoo whoo whoo
and i notice the moon
shinging down
from behind a tree
the sea of sky has separated
again
into rothko bands
of color
the moon receeds
pretends she can sneak away
back
into the morning
she is still
and always
there
sneaking up
in ways that make me feel
that i belong
to only
her

she ties me
with red bandannas
she holds me
silent hostage
she waits for me
to ripen
then calls me
to join her ocean
red seas parting
for parting

noooooooooooooo