Burn
the understanding missed
and fell in clusters at my feet
i am the white trash cinderella
after midnight tripping useless
words are garbage
in my hands
and i can't find the moon
to light my way
and the thoughts i put together
fell apart before i breathed them
into life
i am every synapse broken
every missed connection
like a drug
sleep is somewhere in the dark
and i might chase it if i thought
i had a chance
in the morning sunlight burns away
the fog of introspection
melts the dregs of restless slumber into
something like a memory and tastes like
bitter chocolate, sweet and
acrid
fragments, look
the spacing and the syntax look like broken mirrors
i am not the one for this
my words are ashes pasted
to the floor.
Published by April Fox
When she isn't writing for sites like livestrong and typef, April can usually be found with her head in a book, lying in the sun blowing bubbles, or perched near the stage listening to music and trying to av... View profile
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