the rain pours pearls on the window
inside it is darker than ever
for one more black widow.
A black and white bird picks at the bread i threw
there is no more me and there is no more you,
there are only browns and greens blending into
the early hours of the grey lit day.
Outside it is cold
inside it is cold
and a plate of mashed potatoes heats up the air
There is no pen
there is no paper left to write
anyone a letter
cursing the mother who had brought me to a world
that only leaves me lonely
blessing a heavenly father who is the only one
left to look at me
watch over me
feel sorry for me
for walking a loveless heartless earth.