Shattered

Shadows in the window
with pieces of my brain. Curled
inwards, that of backwards nails - 
uncut and painful. My hair

finds tangles and matts in places. Eyes
can witness but they're not to touch. I am
untouchable. I am R rated, the unwashed mug
with coffee stains thrown against the shaded window

in jealous rage. This is my brightest, indecent descent. Tied
to posies of glass I fight my final breath and 
you find your final breath, lost in mind. We're
filthy with words, left spoken too

loud. I'll be here chasing after you - or
standing, waiting, the statue turned to stone.
I'll be tuned into the untuned radio. Constant
white noise left in the shadows of shattered glass.