angel feathers & leak spotters

angel feathers & leak spotters

 

single, white, and

diving, willingly

into a fall.

tufted revolutions from

broken clouds,

soft fluttered shower,

follows me, loud,

from the corner

of my cry.

 

i grit my teeth,

to still the tremble

in my hands,

waiting to catch

the hope of wings –

they miss.

 

lured onto rocks;

lost to muddied,

spring gutters.

 

 

others, watch for

my tears; the leak spotters –

wide-eyed

and all a-snigger,

whispered gangs

fearful of their

own lament.

 

i cannot remain private

any longer,

for my leaks are known:

this hazel gaze, cracked

and blurred, bloodshot

and morning-furred, and

racked with

moistured pearls.

 

i cry, openly,

because i have no

barriers left.

this life, without you,

an ocean

of senseless weeping;

as i drown, willingly;

bereft.