A cage of your own making
jumbled maddening sounds
dancing up a storm of anger
Inaccessible to the ones you love
banging and blaming
yourself against every single wall
Tear-stained mascara tracks
dripping on
your cheeks, neck, breasts
Tearing at the wallpaper
no hidden text of hope
nor any buried treasure
A victim's marks blotch
your arms, back, and face
You know it was not your fault,
yet you blame
and blame and blame yourself.
A mess of limbs, hair and wild eyes
you look to the ceiling, the record
stops, and the rain begins to fall
You let all the shit go.
Bruised Jazz
C & K 