the sound of mother nature

throwing herself against the panes

cries dim. wind on the window. i clatter my

restlessness behind my molars chattering to the

symphony of her blows.

bellows like a dog in my stomach.

crawls around the temple as if to be a monk gone mad.

maybe i’ll let the wall decipher my defeat.

how i let the nature of my

mind move me to motionless. anxious.

announce my complacency to the world

as i pound my fists on its tattooed back

with let me in an evaporated surrender.

chant of hail. she’s crying

ink in my bedroom and i

choose to not close the windows,

widowing my mind from the body

flung floppy in this abode. on the bed

i couldn’t let myself leave for thirty

six weeks. my hair is wet

and the salt is falling in my throat when i

decide to pick at the glass. scratch by

scratch until it shatters. dissipates into

gemstones in my palms. into just be

happy and everything is fine. the wall is

done now. the fear is over.