I am sinking slow to porcelain
Allowing cracks and creaks to settle in
Building bones behind unblinking eyes
Padding organs without compromise

I sew my insides well as silence falls
Working quick to stitch these bleeding walls
Accepting echoes best in possessed space
Giving nothing past this painted face

If I play careless all my limbs do clink
SItting bothers less than one would think
Never assume this shelf is safe
I watch, I wait, each time you walk away



~ by April on October 12, 2015.

2 Responses to “Waiting”

  1. this is exquisite stuff

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