A Crossing
They have mentioned you to me
The white coats
And men with needles
They say awful things to me
About you
And their disgusting words
Constantly creeping
Internal infection
Sometimes I feel the burn
That tugged and rubbed my palms
The rope I grip when I see you
When the silence is screaming
The distance outlines you dark
And I starve for contrast
Because all that blinds me is
White, white, white
Now I see the planks are falling
So it is either sprint
Fuse with you
Find the gray
Begin a crossing
Or slash the ropes
Watch the clumsy creation
Smack, smash, and crack
On the cliff rocks
Your teeth are crooked
I always find your scratches
Writing in my arms and legs
Those ugly pain bringers
Say I am you
And I need to end you
Talk to them about you
But I don't know you
You only spoke to me in blood
And the tears in my eyes
From the strain of the light
Is making me cross
I need to know you
And become you
So you can tell them
Why you stand there
Grinning across the ropes
Copyright © Brandi Frey | Year Posted 2014
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