As I lay my head against my cold blue shoulder,
I see the shivers,
I hear the tears.
Stiff as a board,
my out of body experience whispers
a deafening blow,
The wind breezes past the drum.
The worst part of it all,
is the tik tik tik,
the pat pat pat,
of a swollen heart ready
to burst.
A flowing river longer
than Miss Issipp I’s
strands of hair so translucent.
My tears are no match.
-Foxxie