The word villain rests in your mouth
and I wait for you to release it.
Like a flock of wild moths
to catch in the bright of my eyes,
but your gaze remains cloudy.
I try to explain my emotions in lullabies
and I sing to deaf ears, and I have to rewrite
each phrase from words to clipped tones.
Let my tongue click out my pain
so you can feel the rhythm of my heart
clatter between us.
The words between us are strained strings
stretching from one side of the room
to the other, and we
try to play telephone
upon snapped cords and knotted communication.
The sentences never quite reach your awareness,
but lay crumpled in terms like perspective and misunderstanding
in your lap, and my tear edged eyes.
Poetic Trials 