Under Glass

Strangled joy by the rope
Arched back and blurry visioned
Don’t let fate destroy your human hope
A dampened map
A life’s revision
In a year postponed
A season uncontrolled
The order hasn’t changed
It has always been unknown

Flowers under glass
Doors shut so fast
We are not a memoir of broken of broken armor
A stone in my chest distant eyes
You’re so far away sometimes
I want to remember every good thing you’ve said
Let the rest past through me like a ghost
You are my oxytocin dose
Dried and pressed in my haunted head