Poems from Christalclear
Cheek pressed on the cold bathroom floor.
Focus.
Count the tile.
How many times do feet pass just beyond the crack under the door.
Can’t...
I’m not that little girl anymoreFrame by frameTaller, thicker Nobody taught me quicker, thanYou.That I need thick skin
Love is not real....
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t
Been so desperate on that Monday afternoon
Searching for relief just a little too soon
Red round songs
Calling...
You found me
On the kitchen floor
Slashing my drained wrists
Just trying to get it out
Trying to get it out
Get it out
Get it out
But...
Pitter Patter on the floor
Tiny hands examine the cracked and worn door
Tiny hands grab hold of my flustered heart and input fragmented...