Screaming into oblivion,
The nearest fabric.

My only solace is temporary.
Singing from a familiar stranger
Preaching peace to an anguished soul.

Remind me why I pierce myself
with their constant cries
of ignorance.
Why. Why. Who

cares, at the end of the day
about my fragile concerns.
They come and go as swiftly as paper through my fingertips
Leaving traces of blood and effort.

the scars are appearing.
through the grime.