VII.
I stare at a mere reflection,
a girl whose eyes, drained, are watering still after hours nonstop
For she had cried all night, and there’s no stop in sight
She had screamed and hissed
And the birds chirped a lovely, sad song
The wind whistled, but she paid no mind
As she lay on the bathroom floor
Fixated on the weeps of crows
And the wails of wilting roses
She the wilting rose, the weeping crow, cannot point where things went wrong
The birds and flowers fought relentlessly over sentences described in paragraphs
IX.
Yesterday, the tree whistled at the glowing moon
And glass smiles stood until we fell fast asleep, today
The trees melt away
As we say goodbye to dreams, today
They’ve said I’ve changed
But I feel the same, this world has done the changing for me, today
Today was as long as the last and my pains are tired of growing.
I must stop, but the ride’s not over yet, no not today
She puts in another quarter
But I can’t take another today
I miss you —