web tangled doorways

This walk has become a path of violence
between you and me
and the door

No doesn’t mean no, anymore

Love is an arrangement of letters
and sounds
without meaning
and I’m tired of screaming my lungs
out onto the sound-weary walls

Freedom is a notion
of barred-off brain chemistry
because I don’t hold the power
over your spider-web cling

Under these grey clouds I make believe
I could leave without turning back
to see if you stalked my shadow
down the pavement
your face sunken with the fear
that I’m not coming back this time

My lips are stripped of honesty
and words hold no meaning in the light
or the dark of windowless rooms
where time and sanity are suspended

When I say, “fuck off”
you’re not listening anymore

© Indie Adams 2014