a scavenger

here comes

the morning hunting hungry

for dreams

with a sky like a bruise

from yesterday’s battle

found still in her throat

with a pulse that is a wild animal

a laughing hyena

clawing to get out

and a voice remaining silent

against the resting noise

not beat

but beating

not gone

but going

to the place where thoughts

never actualized go

where the failed aspirations swim

though most likely

drown

she looks to me

above her as a shadow

and asks if all is alright

and i answer as the day does

trying to scorch the earth

bleeding light for too long

she sees darkness

in my mouth only

and lonely