i walked the streets alone.
it was a day of emptiness emptying itself
right through me.
a double blade cutting through my hands
that cover and wipe my stained eyes.
i was a faceless soul with an untraced map
walking on air-borne steps that cut the streets.
sometimes i want to drown in this silence,
a floating symbol of death within easy grasp.
yet my silence was that of a shattered glass.
i picked up the pieces of sudden peace
one by one -
and they prick me,
afraid to let go of my pain.