P.I.R.

She dances in the shallows,

a rain dance of sorts,

hoping for steam to muddy the air,

to wash off last night

and not to be caught.

 

Slide back into the womb,

crawl back into the nest.

Retreat to the darkness.

Peace.In.Rest.

 

He falls asleep to the echo

of a prayer never to wake.

The supports holding his smile

have rotted through from the strain,

the crumbling pillars

have had all they can take.

 

Slide back into the womb,

crawl back into the nest.

Retreat to the darkness.

Peace.In.Rest.

 

If it felt so good

why is she stamped like a slave?

A lingering shame,

a mark to show she failed to resist

something that she

was born to crave.

 

Slide back into the womb,

crawl back into the nest.

Retreat to the darkness.

Peace.In.Rest.

 

Staring at the ceiling at night,

trapped by his overactive mind

and in a city he knows he can't survive,

he considers taking his own life.

Better to die young than to live blind.

 

Slide back into the womb,

crawl back into the nest.

Retreat to the darkness.

Peace.In.Rest.

 

He choked as he asked a passerby

for the way out.

"I'm looking for it too" she said

as she lead him to the track.

"We can leave together and never look back."