Blackberries Scratch My Legs

Behind rice paper walls, there is
a stillness,  I stand alone to watch
others cry

I  nervously spit stray words
into the mouth of the sun,
leftovers that my  sorrows have
 shed, the words i love the ones I
would die for
   
Lonely laughter  sprouts from
 tiny  cups I have tethered  to my
 split end's, they split more,  
 as  sojourners from the north
move in   blocking my  view
of the rain.  
 
 I  stoop to gather soot from
 crumbling chimneys to spread,
on my  lips  
The taste brings back solid
 memories  of intended  joy,
Interrupted by  desperate  
survival.  
 
Pieces of pitch,  still burning In
my  pocket  I save  them for their warmth,  when all that is ugly
  turns cold,  

Thank you spills from my conscious  
melting onto my calloused bare feet  
 I stand alone behind rice paper
 walls to watch others cry