soundless landing im back to the place i started
eyes closed, i need no explanation
but with my silence, i feel distinctly feminine
and i brush it from my skin with insistence.
that i dont care
is a lie through tight lips and averted eyes
its a burn that won't scatter with time
or fade with sun and its pattern is clear on my conscience.
but here all my pity has been swept into a pile
and then blown away by the cool night
and the pull on my collarbones drags everything down
to hardwood and concrete.
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