11/17/12

Another major event.

steps quiet on the floor
i hate this place--
after a while,
the brick starts to close in, the light feels tired.

paused:
listen!

voices meld with a piano, they echo through the halls--
silent night,
holy night...
they sound like cherubs
tiny wings of paint flaking
angels worn down, yet still crystal clear

the mountains stare
sharing confused glances with the buildings
as papers storm around me--
they'll never know
what that night was like

i hated his hands under my shirt
(more than this claustrophobic edifice)
the boy i knew, destined for guilt and sin
fingers rough against me--
carefully, though, like plucking petals from a flower

i don't want to stay,

counted my blessings and i walked across the lawn
felt the moon's pity, saw her tears as the stars,
the news ones cold and silver.


That night, in the gutter I sat and cried.