She’s suffocating in the midst
of red blown glass
each breath shatters silence
crazed chaotic edges
her balance is delicate,
sliding insane
she slips into madness and elegant pain
You fail to fathom her purposes
absurd outbursts and alienation
your inflections arc in restricting coils
order: everything in its place
You’re drowning in tolerance,
dripping with calm,
you sink into madness and cinnamon balm.
I’d sketch you heads if I thought
numbering barbs would help
you glance limply and
continue your blunt criticism.
I’m merely the sounding board
tattered and torn
I dive into madness and splintering scorn