open the window. the birds are locked out.

It’s just a whispering thought
The vague shadow of a glass hope
The cracks in the soil when we tread upon it
And pray to our broken bleeding wounds
We would stop breaking

Can you hear it?
The shattering of the soul
With every word that comes out of your lips?

Can you feel it?
The burning inside your eyes
As desires claim back choice
From the locks of consciousness

Don’t lock the doors
Just blow them away
And we must give ourselves
One more
Moment

And break
In just the right way.