...yay~

This is the sound of one woman walking out of SMC unable to think of a single question she answered wrong on her Chemistry final.

argh.

today is not a day for words
like yesterday was not a day for shudders;
your fingertips, your lips, your arms are not enough
to overcome the wall

and you refuse to know that inside I am yelling
'say it, say it, say it'
and that my admonishings; false prophets
for the gospel truth I hold

some shiny gold and glowing
something physical and real
that trying again and again is enough
that asking again will yield

my fists are beaten soundless
when you call my sharpened name
and I repeat shiftless nothings
and am glad that you still came

but I cannot speak the words to make you stay
and so you leave me,
wild eyed,
on the floor