InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

Handle This

I painted my eyes for you today

Coal black raccoon smears from lid to brow  

and back again

A motivational mourning of all the soggy apologies

for your absence

The mirror seemed seasick. .

shaky as I shyly stared into the eyes

of a little girl who doesn't know

how to love what you've become

What i have become

The clock on the wall clangs like a register closing

a final sale

I watch it regurgitate the minutes

and hours wasted in the pride of being your sunset

Your heir

You kept blowing out my light, til all that was left

were the ashes

I blink again as the mirror steadies

My spirit turned black as the the make-up running down in rivers against

my adult child cheeks

I can handle this