September 22nd, 2017

It's All Coming Out of Me Now

It's all coming out of me in
Drips. Spurts. 
Cascading waterfalls. Howls. Blessings. 
Snowflakes.


I don't keep you anymore
Like you left me; a cold brick on the sidewalk
Chipped and reglued. But not withstanding.


My pants fit looser, now. My frown sliding off my chin;
Rolling past my shoulder leaning left; Dark eye circles,
my halo for hollow tears. Don't you hold onto this tight neck, a
Soft portal for new touch. Sun's glare will pardon my gaze.


Aimless wandering through woods and creeks, in partial
Longing, but mostly Curiosity. Where do I begin, away 
From this round Grief?


Where is the Me, and where do You come out of?
The faucet turning clockwise - Spills and blood pour forth;
Empty creekbeds cry out for dampness.


Smooth is what I am; where you bore me tattered and rough cut.
It's all coming out of me - 
The noise and hunger
Too late longing and 
What if 
Words.


You told me too late that I mattered. When my skin
was parched and raw. No crevice within me holds you.
It's all coming out of me
Now.

JFH (c) 8.29.2017