There is a fragileness inside every one of us
a rice paper core
waiting to crumple
at an intrusive touch

I remember what it is like
to be forgotten
to plant coldness in my heart
harvest numbness
to mine great crystals of sadness
like diamonds from my darkest thoughts
hiding in the well of my soul
To place them in every window of my mind
so that my heart could not know the sun

Look at this night
even the moon shuns the clouds

I am dark like spent oil
hidden in crevices of pavement
rising when the first rains dare
on me you spin