Internal screams,
reoccurring dreams.
Blank slates,
behavior skates
across thin ice,
breaks cold water
into drowning lungs.
Overbearing hugs ring in the throat.
Put on a coat,
head for the door,
can’t take anymore.
Broken eggshell hell
breaks the skin of sensitive feet.
Between the toes,
my mind goes
into the damp space
looking for some grace.
Internal cries for bright blue skies
and yolks so light
make me understand my own plight.
Frustration sees mossy green trees,
and envy is angers’ trap…
Questioning.
Why you are so obsessive,
incomprehensive, unbelievably apprehensive
about Insignificant Altercations?
