SerenitySavage

How high I am On your list Of regrets A bird stunned By a face full of Window pane Gathering my senses Only to splash In a fresh tire rut Leftover by The getaway car Never realizing My wings Were clipped And the one That created That muddy bath Has no intention Of returning Have you ever been Someone’s biggest Regret?

My body is decaying From the inside out I know that’s what They all do but mine Seems much more devout It might lay me on my back Or leave a walking carcass Hiding behind pretty plants It’s confidence without clarity Disease by pure chance The ugly my vessel sees daily Is enough to scare anyone It’s the putrid rot I don’t see That becomes the bullets Firing from my body’s gun Sometimes I wish it would take me Deliberate instead of left to wilt But my body is set to wither I could never even run a mile For endurance I was not built

You don’t get to help develop a tropical depression in my mind only then to say this too shall pass. I create the most devastating storms. Which is why you’ll remember me. On days you don’t expect it. When you hear a song you didn’t remember you forgot, in the bread aisle of a grocery store on a sleepy Sunday afternoon. When you drive past a place that no longer exists but the memories still hang in the atmosphere, swirling dust tornadoes in the street whose particles presence makes you sneeze. You’ll remember me. In moments I write about you for the hundredth time or in words yet to be written that will be about someone else. I slice myself off into transparent slivers leaving bits and baubles all around to rot or regenerate. Like weed dropped on a carpet, you’ll be picking pieces of me out of you endlessly. I will be remembered. Good, bad, beautiful, or ugly, makes no difference to me.

She just wants To share herself With someone But no one wants To rot while her Thoughts straighten out Rottweiler No bone can satisfy She gives herself Heat lightning Flashes of possibilities Ways to make them Remember Her presence Lick their wounds By digging deeper Her own scars Every member Of the team Her presents Fantom limbs Of the rejection She thrives on

Humans are Just wind chimes With tethered Connections We all crave Each air gust Creates tinkles With dangling strings And we will bump Into each other Become twisted During the storms Tangled for years Just to be cut short The wind will always Push you into others A mosaic of Music while it blows