Plaster and Cement


Photo Credit: betsybauer @

I keep covering these cracks
with plaster smiles
and cement laughter
that hangs heavy in the air,
sticking to flaws like mean girls.

Pretend and pretend,
I put these vows in boxes,
carry the weight of them
on my hands,
bury their meaning
in living.

Awake and awake,
I imagine flowered fields
and soft stretching sand
instead of these invisible shackles
encircling limbs
that almost don’t exist.

Trapped and trapped,
visions flutter and collapse
under eyes that know nothing,
hearts that lost their feeling.
Those black hearts wishing
for red, beating, hot blood
to pump, flow, find its way back
to living,
to existing
without all this weight.




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