i have nothing left
to give you
but this thinning skin
somewhere
between tattoos and scars
find a place for your words
my ears and my heart are full
overloaded with vunerability
and the ghosts of childhood
ghosts of him
3 times over
sage is not enough
so i weave prayers into crosses
strewn across my doorway
yet i forgot to close the door
and i'm on the wrong side
looking in
looking out
go ahead
write anyway
tell a story
a novel
an epic
a joke
tell it
tell it well
i was never a blank canvas anyway...