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 