Sinew Day.

Don’t let your eyes adorn pity clothes for me,

I don’t want to see

How you subliminally perceive

This spreading stain encasing me.

My battle cry is quiet –

A sigh…

A stifled,

Muffled, whimper at night.

Black smudges on pillowcases

Blurred faces

Circulate,

Dissipate,

Evaporate within this ink blot body;

Don’t look at my tears as they scar my face,

I don’t want to be

Your residual felt sympathy.

Cup Of Tea…?

Not for me,

No thanks, my energy comes from desecrated,

Caffeinated  lethargy.

Don’t lie awake

and worry for me;

I don’t want to be,

Right now i just don’t want to be.

Thood