Brushing fingers
with ten people at once,
broken connections
a frayed rope
between us,
another
day to get through

Sometimes
I find my heartbeat
to be unbelievable

Sometimes
I choke my own
love,
rub my hands raw

Piercing eyes
draw my caught breath,
pull strings of words
out of my fingers

so when I
find a haven
I keep a pen
hidden in the furthest corners

and I sprint home
to give words
the gift of life,
tumbling down a
treacherous path,
mixing with teardrops,
framed in flames of fire

because sometimes
our best
is written
at our worst.