Between us is empty and hollow-
something used to live there but it long ago
withered or else made its way to someplace better.
This is a place of angry cracks
formed by a calculated dehydration.
Nothing can live here without assistance.
You could call until your throat bleeds,
dust from long neglected lungs billowing out
like fireworks to celebrate that finally,
you’re breathing outwards,
but until you take just one step forwards,
no one would ever be able to hear you.
When I see you-
I smell salt.
I wonder if you wear me around your neck.
Is that where you keep me?
Have I become a totem to remind you of decisions you can not rescind?
Is that why you’re so silent?
Do you think I would choke you if you spoke?
I’m so much more than you ever made me out to be,
my wings are not broken,
I am not dead,
if I hang by your neck,
it isn’t truly me,
it’s simply a bird you’ve given my name and placed there,
because as long as you wear it,
you can continue your stagnation
and point to your suffering to say
“This! Is this not enough?”
You’re caught in a nightmare’s mirage of your own making
and I am done patiently waiting
for the day you take that step forward,
expel the years from your core,
you could yet do better.