i am silent and plain
just returned from the killing fields
and i am resounding still
with the slaughter of hope
like the tuning fork
on top of my piano
after an angry session.
i have no words left
drained and still and
picking at my coat fringe
staring out from the mask
so you won't see the scars
or the rawness behind but
i wear them so well.
i am standing so stiff
here i am undressed for you
all my fears and wounds naked
is this what you wanted
i think you prefer costumes
and the sterilized white words
i told you no one likes blood.
