Lull

this morning music plays but I hear nothing flat and spent from the glitching of last night’s war on sanity I sit deflated and mentally defiled by the evidence of your mind unright and unsettled let me write a page or two in your book of secret drama let me share my observation of your teeter on the border let me vent my wonder ardent yet disbelieving and angry, so angry let me grab you by your golden hair with both of my hands and shake savagely until you puke until you purge your self-hatred let me shake until your loathing crawls to the curb that same curb where your tiny body lay broken and alone a wingless bird scooped by a nameless angel who brought you home let me gather you into both arms flawed and whole weep now the pain will fade and not inflict weep violently toward toggled demons until their shadows turn to dust weep truly and retreat to first breath to... hush ...hush...