Sometimes, I forget how to string my words together
I can see them slipping away from the silken thread of my thoughts
Spilled carelessly from my numb lips

Such small pearls of communication
Exquisite, invaluable
The only gift that I have to touch your heart

Beauty born of an oyster-like irritation
In the soft and delicate folds of my brain
Trying desperately to clothe ugliness in a nacre of beauty

Words. Spilled ink, spilled tears
These tiny smudges, scattered scratchings
Are all I have to try to reach you

~ kei
20 April 2013