learned or inherited?

i cannot move of my own accord.



i will forever be waiting for someone to simply take me.







like a jilted lover i sit hovering resting and sifting deftly through the words heard over so many murderous mutterings

sputtering no more than exasperated replies.

the frustrations of anunciating the phrases
separated from the emaciated frame of what cannot be named
a conundrum exacerbated by stories so nearly the same.

heavy footed or on shaky heels pointed toes and flexing bridges
transmit the static sans script and trace these finely inked ridges.