static silence

and the pain slowly cedes to fury
an unnatural throbbing clouded out by almost rage
bloody teeth, bite-your-lip bitter
accident.
driving away from everything i want
and the people who have it
(clearly, geography has failed me)

your futures are cold and certain
etched in stone and twined together
like statues of Siamese kittens
or suits of shining armour standing
hand in metal hand

(amazing grace, how strong the faith
that held a woman free
i once stood tall, but now, i fall
was stone but now i bleed)

to lose jewelry and hope in the same
innocent breath that speaks words of such
unintentional cruelty
unrequited love
ill-advised confessions
exaggerated distress
words which almost make it fair
but they won't change the truth,
or even the dare.