girl with rainbows

your words have few syllables,
but the weight of too many.
i swallow them in silence,
too afraid to make a sound
lest you hear my thoughts
and know that my heart
no long beats behind my
own ribs,
but struggles to pulse beside
yours, three thousand miles away.

my careless fingers let it
fall long ago, and now
beg you to crush it.

i wish mercy was your style.

August 4, 2009