My back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against.
fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists.
and I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse.
and I would keep it inside in hopes my avoidance would cure it,
but there's no time for this.
I don't ask a lot from you
I'm just praying your mask will come unglued.
and we're like ghosts
we'll be with you too
so sleep now
nothing can touch you now
no one can hurt you now
not here
not anymore.





thank you oh so much, miss JV.