etwas poetisch

[mk_tortie]

gathering dust

empty and cold
like a hermit crab shell, abandoned
outgrown like an old shoe
grass grows over and i am sucked into the ground

shaken and old
like a wizened old man, blown
in the storm like a torn autumn leaf
the wind tastes my hair and i am ripped by the roots

scolded and told
like a child, like a fool, whipped
with your words like a thief like a slave
the sand bites my toes and my pyramid falls

given and sold
like sorry and please, used
in careless abandon like a scribbling pad
fragments of thought in my head, on my lips

a word, please; a sign
a signal, a note
that i am now yours and no longer
alone in my head with these things with these truths
with these old lives;

for i am empty, and cold.