I keep trying to pull my ends together
like tying shoestrings as a child
but the laces are too short
i watch the destruction transpire
through blurred lenses
the mascara stains like watercolor mistakes
everything i have shoved
so far beneath
has been muffled
a slight murmur in the distance
incomprehensible to anyone
tonight, i hear it all
so loud, so clear
an orchestra playing right against my ears
it's deafening
the result of countless months
forcing tribulations into treasure chests
until they can hold nothing more
the lids burst open
their contents erupting
replacing my blood
with anguish