Contortion

I hold a mirror to my heart
But I don’t see a thing
I touch
And I feel warm blood
It warps me like paper poetry
Playing in the wind and rain
My eyes cry silver
Searching in the skies
Raindrops slide by on these windows
Running somewhere to be free
But just meeting a puddle of mud
My ears seek words
But this loneliness silences all
My thoughts run in laps
And I achieve nothing but a shaky embrace of myself
A meeting
The blade on my skin forges meaning within my dark thoughts
They match this stormy business
And the ice on my lips