Redact

Her head keeps on spinning.
She sees her ends and her beginnings,
that little devil on her shoulder, grinning,
and her patience ever thinning.
She walks on her wire,
her situation dire,
as the flame of her fire
grow higher and higher
and the blood in her veins
does boil to her brains.
Her heart remains,
for safe keeping, in chains
for it is known to run rampant
and follow a foul scent
without her consent
and much to her discontent.
It beats against its bony bars,
imprisoned far beneath the stars
all because it caused her scars.
Empty wine bottles and out of tune guitars
decorate her bedroom walls.
Her hands shake and no one calls
and, to its knees, the circus falls.
In mirrors in run down bathroom stalls,
her reflection is refracting,
expanding and contracting,
expounding and redacting.
Her time, subtracting.
Her idle eyes rest teary
and her bones grow weary.
This waste is ever so dreary,
but you're out there faking cheery.
In far off rooms you sit and stare,
explaining how it was all fair.
So sit yourself lonely there,
but don't show your face 'round here - no, don't you dare.


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I've been working on this for a while. Sorry for my apparent absence. Things in the office have been madness since February. I'm not sure if the end of it is really that close either, but I'll still write when I can!

Apparently, I've been listening to / thinking about Counting Crows a lot.






"Waiting here for you, wanting to tell you how I get my ends and my beginning mixed up too, just the way you do, thought if I told you, you might want to stay for just another day or two" - Counting Crows High Life
 
"I'll kiss you again between the bars." - Elliott Smith Between The Bars
 
"My hands they always shake and no one's calling my phone. So what does that make me?" - Kevin Devine Ballgame
 
"This circus is falling down on its knees. The big top is crumbling down. It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east. Where you should be, no one's around." - Counting Crows Raining In Baltimore
 
"Well everybody knows your name ’round here, but that’s alright and everybody learned your game ’round here, but that’s alright. You told me if I stayed ’round here, you’d find a good enough place to hide, but I see you. I see you. So come on out tonight." - Kasey Anderson and the Honkies (but I only actually know the Counting Crows cover) Like Teenage Gravity