Tragedienne

There's blood beneath your nails
from clawing at the ceiling
and pulling down answers to
perfect questions.

like blades sharpening
you've become aware
of what's real.
you're not alone
when you feel the air
is apart here.
crashing comes the light
into your eyes.

here you don't fit
and oh the worst is
learning to lose.
a tired head is all you're left
to take apart, faithless art
leaving your mind abused.

like blades softening
you can hardly tell
salt and heal.
you're not alone
when you feel the air.
is apart here.
crashing comes the light
into your eyes