Sleeping

cracked window

Bodies have rules
And rules are broken
Tongues have words
Never spoken,
A tragedy of parts
Of veins and bleeding hearts
Against fingers and lips
Against skin and hips
A murmured refusal
Turns into a cry
And crying and crying
And the time you’re buying,
But you’re out of money
And excuses
Standards aren’t failing
Though limbs are flailing
Thrashing, waving,
Pleading, needing
An open door
Anywhere else,
But this cold hard floor,
And the cold hard wood,
With a cold hard smile
That laughs,
“Relax for a while.”

Murmurs and memories.
Soft-spoken obscenities.
Punishments and penalties
For existing at all.
A pile of dead leaves
Left to rot in the fall.
You’re sleeping
Stop weeping.
You’re sleeping.
You’re sleeping.

The cracks in the windows,
They let the light through
The cracks in the windows
They let the light through
You’re not as strong as you were
But you’ll be stronger, still.
You’re not as strong as you were
But you’ll be stronger still.

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