A Sop To Cerberus

There's something I've been waiting for,
something to make my voice quit breaking,
something to stop me from shaking.

Maybe it's the upturn of your smirk, or the
softness of your lips.

So, I have been staring through the clouds looking for
this reason to be.

My breath is ice to match my skin,
my hair a black bushel of fire.

There' somsthing I've been waiting for,
something to make this pencil move,
something to make the nights easier and the days
shorter.

So, I'm running down the block, wind slicing my
hair, this country sidewalk cracking
beneath me.

All these shadowy one story windows are fading off into
the distance, I can't feel my lungs inflate anymore.