By: Shelbi Henny

There is a drastic space that solace 
Sounding performance 
that only studies analytics 
the common factors voided 
replacements seem like fractions 
measuring and crafting notations
seeing that I lied to myself that I'm not craving 
the probation of centers
yet I've been wronged 
in repetition
that never really stated in loops 
but planets have evolved
in the center of my incompetence 
loosely standing on broken glass 
and chewing on napkins dipped in chocolates
I've lost my words
and found stories 
that no one seems to relate 
or even see the billboard signs
that I've collected over the years 
to state the practical yet violent 
lonely and miserable guilt 
that doesn't belong to me 
yet I carry them in well-lit spaces 
because I only wanted to bring you solitude 
while you sent only ravens 
that pecked at every delicate part of me 
and you lied to me over and over from desperation 
how drastic is it to call it love 
when you buried me