Order

There has to be

an order, she tells

me in the pastel

room of her death,

the heat filling up

our small place,

There has to be

a purpose, she 

mutters on her

breath and I count

them, try to hold

on to them, bottle

them, as they 

seep out one by

one by one.

Palace

I have created

a palace in my

mind to go back

to, where life

was simple, a rainy

autumn day

on which I had no

worries for all this,

where no one

spoke ill of me,

spread rumors,

tried to tie me

to the rules,

where I could

play and run like

a child

because I was

a child.

Splinter

I found a shard

of you and realized

it had slipped

out, so I jammed

it back in, twisted it

to feel you again,

then looked at

your picture while

I felt this pain.

Robert League