How Can You Tell Mono From A Cold

Devouring scars,
try to be all these people
victims and victimizers

and realized that almost no part was easy. Only

was
rely on luck and that it did,
throw the dice,
fingers crossed, hoping
an ounce of honesty
grams exhausted and back to the hospital.

They escaped butterflies in the stomach,
gradually lost the courage to bare my soul to
a blank page,
as a resounding silence pervades the room understood
it was all a game,
a whim mundane.


no choice but to come down from that cloud, that afternoon

resurrection call again,

this time more calmly.