Try

  Try me out

Try me on

  Try me…

My name

  whispers melodies of

   watches lost in perfect waves

   worries forgotten in purple haze

   winters haunted by summer days

It

  sings songs stuck in heads

  turning shaking hands

    into lead

heavy hands hardly

 hold onto hope

your body was just too small

I shake like glitter

In this light

 your skin turns to glass

your transparent ribs cage

  The thing inside

Inside

  You’re a tall glass of wine

  You’re drunk

  You’re wasted

I reach AA sober hand through

  to save you

but it seems that tipsy lovers

  tip

   dip

   and stick to

cradle crucifixion

  as a means of closure

so allow this Savior to

save face

rejected grace

in this house

I was perpetually

out of place

continuously kneeling

  (this messed up Messiah

     prays for you still)

somebody just felt too small

dig your nails through this

 glass fence

holding back

vicious stars

  whose dreams of shooting

fell short

when they missed their mark

collect fallen wishes

   of all

small bodies

      feeling

           tall

run your nails

  d

     o

       w

          n

  this chalkboard heart

 the pain

    holds no metaphor

  it just

         hurts

or maybe

  you stabbed me like

  writer’s block

    in an author’s palm

  like salvation through

       a holy psalm

I was stricken

I was struck

  I was a stroke of bad luck

 in this rabbit’s foot fantasy

the massacre

 reverted you back to days

    when you used to pelt doves

    with olive branch sling shots

it reminds me that

you kept the fence locked

 when I had a flying chance

there is no salvation

 except through me

and although you thought you were

 the truth

the way

 and the light

most lights dim and fade

   reminding prophets

that

  every five minutes

    death is welcome

   every two

    death by default

   every moment

     someone saved

maybe your body

    was too small for your soul

              too heavy to float.