Do we all live here
with our twisted souls
I've eaten the last cherry
from my cherry bowl
Does that matter
to you
the way I run
through water
while you watch
from the ledge
Once you could find me
lassoed to every word
that was said
I could hold on so tightly
to that thin
little thread
But I've undone
every fiber
one by one
Now if you'd ever
like to find me
I'll be the one basking
under the sun
-October 2014