Reflection
 
When I find myself screaming
The voice echoes.
I snuff it out, pounding my palms
Twisting them, testing their form
Take them, make them over, mold them my own
Stopping this invasion.
 
The concept that I am human.
Like a lever, I can turn the well off.
That somewhere after I held a crayon-
I was an artist.
 
Roaring
 
I sleep talk the sheets
Fears paralyzing my need to speak
My love to undress from this weakness
And re-enter the room
Rape the audience with my memories.
 
Where is my spine?
An acceptance not yet tailored, I now float upon it
Having no baring,
Climbing no further,
Than the dusty porch stones beneath my sinking weight.
Finding merely,
A fragile girl at the bottom of her thoughts.
 
The Last Line
 
Within Dishonesty
No longer a matter of lingering lies
That stand alone
Trying to harmonize
 
Creating a temptation
To let all truthfulness take lead
Accompany the chorus
Set your mind at ease
And these
 
Are the words you already know how to speak.