Through the walls
the screeching     cry stretches its body,
expanding in the cold temperatures
that has soaked the
          walls with sopping rags of caution. 
Now we lay like rag dolls on the bleak bed,
with button smiles and
zippered mouths.
Coughing spirals of
shame

flow from the mouth.
                            discomfort crawling
          through our limbs.

           The perfume sprayed all over
smelled of cherries and control.

the cracks filled with loneliness
shattering this puzzle
                 piece heart into millions of shards
                         all over the bathroom floor.