Wash away the sins of last night
I am a blank slate
With no chalk
Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;
I’d open your heart with such surgical skill
We are gods of the world we accept
You shrink from the darkness
Like a coward.
No Moses am I
I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.
Rip at my cords and claim my fame
As they tug at my will to resist.
There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say