Here

Present!

I surrender the matter
That starts at the center 
A bedazzled mad hatter 
Scratches rashes,
Tormentor 

At the core of the story 
We all have our gashes 
Torn and unholy
Practically savage 

And though it’s unspoken
Henceforth, it’s unbroken
That every moment 
From this moment 
Is born but frozen 
In what’s unchosen

It’s so boring 
It’s banal
The scoring, gory
From the scar
Of just one brawl
One unseen claw 
Shaping, creating 
Who we are 

And it’s just so sad 
That childhood’s hand 
Has talons hidden 
In fingernail beds 

So we take those shears 
And we cut through 
Frail fears 
To reveal 
What’s unclear
Through a rabbit hole—

Hi!
I’m here. 

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.