I’m on the bed
Opening up wounds
Pulling out rocks
Creating a monsoon
Black streaks down my flesh
Running long
My lungs are empty
Gasping hard
My words are howls
The pain cuts deep
Exposing hurts
Shearing sheep
I want to curl
Into a ball
Leave this behind me
Act of fall
Alien sensation
Warm embrace
Handing me tissues
Blowing my face
Balls of paper
Inside a bag
My outburst are nasty
No movie magic had
At any moment
Could happen again
Thank god I could cry
Thank god I could cry again.