you are poetically
reminding and inspiring
my emotions spiraling
out of control into a
big ball of words to
matter to explode
untangle triangle
feeling strangled
I am happily angry
oxymoron into telepathy
telepathically crying
to be understood
tears falling from
underneath my hood
covering my identity
shedding skin to start
over again disappearing
like I have a twin
blocking the wind
facing the end
holding a pen
latching on to logic
that has no reason
if you don't see it
It's not there
but it manages to remain
to be seen everywhere
nothing hides but
suicides
shocking and immobilized
can't run can't hide
but what one feels inside
words cannot be read
across foreheads
nor heard from thoughts
from the dead