Plastered with bumper stickers and slogans
I'm afraid to think of what you would have made of me.
Or what you were trying to make...
I will never know.
Grateful to be left as a simple monster now.
Shuffling and listing from old pains,
I still connect, talking peacefully without the blood.
And of you?
Just memories of memories,
something pressing on a nerve deep in my gut.
But I can't spill the fluid out.
I'm afraid of certain words
and can't be charming anymore.
I could never surrender to you
but did surrender to myself.
Out where the buses don't run,
I fell on the ice.
Sitting in the cold,
waiting for my lungs to inflate.
I felt a tide of air,
an ocean wave moving inside of my chest.
And was born anew.
I walk more slowly now.