hyponychium.
mind to dust,
an existence to erupt,
i cannot ever forget what we once were.
your voice echoes in the boundless chamber of a mind that once bent and broke for your touch,
would it be pathetic if i said it still does?
fleeting time, fleeting all,
something exorcised from my memory,
though i scream for it to come home.
very late,
soundless ringing in my ears,
the breath of my family all too near,
i scream for you to come home.
skin beneath my nails,
scars upon my breasts,
chewed nail polish bitter in my mouth,
what does it take for such a smart young lady to become inept?
i keep these distorted memories of us,
drumming tight to my chest because they’re mine.
but what was ever the point?
i wish you knew,
with the biting wind in my hair,
with the fervent honesty of my care,
just how much i could’ve loved you.
