Do you help me?

Do you help me?

You with your anchorage in my blood…

Your stuttering in the mud…

Your coughing in my eyes….

Blackened writing in my skies

Do you help me?

I can’t see you and yet you are here

Building a tiny shelter in the heart of my fears

Is that the way to help me

Pushing my tears back into my eyes

while hands are running down my thighs

Am I only a shadow to you?

I must be

But nothing

But nothing
But nothing 

But nothing because all I can see is the fluttering sound of my own fucking 

And even though we are both here

You do not help me

And I am nothing 

Poem by Jaz Allen