Tread

Intestines knotted
toungue dry rotted
toungue tied;knotted

 

There's a place in between the ribs in me.
a railroad tie, digging deep
holding wings down behind the glass.
pinning

 

Reaching out goes beyond my reach.
fingertips nailless
failing attempts to scratch at what's beneath
eyelids fail to hide the glistening
and the defeat

 

Another gray line behind the silver
Another mask to mask the believer
Another shadow to overshadow what's next after the river
I've been treading for too long already.