Starts with a brush
A murmur, tap against the shoulder
Shrug too small to mean a thing
Except there’s this nag inside her beat, breaking steadiness
Submerging head inside what ifs and too lates and i need to stay away.
Starts with leave
A night and pillow fights
Feathers learning wings always fall even though airbourne feels eternal
There’s only space for one until you slide the breath over for more
But no one likes to be that single hair teetering before the drop.
Starts with a shock
Plane in turbulence, rocking baby chairs
Scaring her to straight back and a mouth moving out no words
Asking her how she is but how is she?
Tell me, she begs, tell me and i will go along with what you want to hear.
Ends with a silence
A lie she made herself believe
It’s easy losing what you think, a murmur in the heart’s nothing to a scream outside
In ruthless streets and air that cuts the tongue
She shrugs, but in that shrug is everything.