those little precious
bare-boned moments
when it was implied that you cared
filled all the spaces
in all the raw spots
(scraped open and bloodied by rational thought)
hiding holes that should never have been there
those little precious
bare-boned moments
when it was implied that you cared
filled all the spaces
in all the raw spots
(scraped open and bloodied by rational thought)
hiding holes that should never have been there
long thin fingers
wrapped like a ribbon
around my open eyes
and tied a knot behind my thoughts
I wasn’t caught, I wasn’t stuck
I wasn’t blind but I thought I was
and that’s even worse.