Tear the bones out of my chest
Break them apart, bury the rest
Fill my veins with golden ink
And steal the thoughts I’ve dared to think.
As my words recline in troubled times
Do I more hurriedly digress?
Am I entombed in callous wounds
The gnashing flesh of my final test?
Cold room empty room big room
Others drift in, trepidation spilling from their breath
We take our seats and plant our feet and try to understand
Everything we’ve ever learned like words in blurry sand
I take a breath and risk a glance off the bindings of my own island
And am rewarded by your panic mirroring my own.