Hold Tight

Deliver me from evil. Reach out with your own two hands and cradle my heart like it’s precious to you. I will keep an eye out while you save me. You drew lines on my palms with your fingers, heart line, life line, pain. I define myself by what I can remember of you. I graze the clouds with my fingertips, and whisper to you that I want to go home. We stretch across the sheets but our hands never touch. The language of your silence pierces my iron lungs. It leaves a hole that air and blood pass through like visitors. Only when I stand on the precipice can I see the whole picture. I miss you like my head is missing the bullet.