I rest-

nestled inside her velvet lobe.

I hear everything.

Her music.

Her laughter.

Whispered promises

and

Wicked secrets.

 

I hear her sobs

in the dead of the night

when she is alone

with her thoughts.

I hear the thoughts that bring

light bulbs filled with

bile

and

bad ideas.

 

I hear the voices inside.

Caresses in her mind,

whispers about

razor blades

and

beautiful scars.

A shining new surface to maime.

 

I wish she knew that I

cared about her.

I wish she knew that I

loved her.

I wish I could stop her

from sending that

red stuff

down the sink.