Frost Beckons

My tears fall 
like leaves
scattered across
a million places. 

Without you, 
I have no rake 
to gather up 
my pieces. 

I'm wistfully waiting 
for the inevitable 
cold shoulder. 

When will the frost 
create that 
delicious layer 
protecting 
my core?

{Prompt: Pick a season- Autumn; 40 words exactly} 
Copyright: October 26, 2013

My heart turned to tin...

too long ago
to remember
what it was like to be beating

for now
it just breaks
                          and cries
too pliable to mend itself

a drop of rust
                           callousing

each place
                       your touch
                                             
                                               
                                                  won't reach. 

[Author's Note: Tin is a malleable, ductile and highly crystalline silvery-white metal. When a bar of tin is bent, a crackling sound known as the tin cry can be heard due to the twinning of the crystals]

Copyright: October 24, 2013

Torturous Refrain

Do you hear it? 
My skin is crying
Refuses to hush its wails while I fix my too easily read face
Hand tremors,  a physical resemblance of my quivering heart
Tides of urge rush across that place only you know
It's that spot where red fencing became a sensitive invisible barcode.
Only I can feel the numbers
But your touch is the ebbe 
I can only define as 
Solace 

Copyright: October 18, 2013

My middle name should be Abide

I'm waiting
for that pristine moment
when you suddenly realize
I've abided too long
and there's no end in sight.
    I'm wasting away.

How long
until I've simply evanesced
because you forgot
I need you
to keep my light on?

{Prompt: ABIDE, 40 words}
Copyright: October 14, 2013

Flooded

Day 1: 

I feel like I'm chained
to the bottom of a pool
Already up to my knees
the water rises daily
Another inch numb
Another part of me gone

Day 7: 

I've lost the ability to run to you
All I can do is wait
and pray that 
you are the one with the bucket


Day 14: 

Today I lost my hands 
It's not like anyone holds them anyways
I can't even find the time to grasp 
the ever slipping ghost of 
who I thought you were going to be

Day 21:

I'm shaking
I can't seem to stop 
my own eyes contributing
to this ever growing 
tear pile

Day 28: 

When will this end
You try to tell me
happy things
to make me feel 
sunshine again
But my ears drowned days ago
Yell, sweetheart 

Day 30:

My captor and I made a compromise
I'll pull the plug on this 
suspended animation
but
only if 
I carry my tears in a jar
and catch them all

A hidden bottle 
caught in my throat. 

Copyright: September 30, 2013