Written By - Tessa Cash

I breathe out
The sting is sharp
Reality scratches at raw flesh

You poked me
Where I was most tender
You wounded a broken bird

You handed me a rope
A most gentle olive branch
I floated for a little while

Your traps burst through your skin
As you ripped the rope from my hand
My body shirked from the burn

Your silence is deafening
Life is dull and wearily goes on
Like nothing happened at all.