Grip

She sees so much better with her eyes closed
and maybe that's what's real - who knows?
And who's here to say it's not?
Maybe this is just the side she forgot.
It's warmer here
and someone's always near
like a blanket over her shoulders
"It's okay, it's okay" they told her.

The hours are getting closer
and her legs seemed to force her
down an uncertain path
where she assumed she'd meet the wrath
of her own imagination,
a dreamy manipulation
where the lie is sweeter than the truth
and the realization is unsettling and uncouth.

You think you've come so far,
but all that awaits is wine and a guitar
and an empty bed
and a cold floor on which you bled.
Your hands always seem to shake
and every smile you shoot's a fake,
but you're "not losing your grip,"
or so says your shivering lip.

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"...And when I come, I will come on like a dream." AA Bondy O, The Vampyre

"I'm so glad that my memory's remote because I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note." Elliott Smith Waltz #2 (XO)

"My hands, they always shake, and no one's calling my phone." Kevin Devine Ballgame