I have decided to start a project called Poetic Polaroids.  Much like those classic photos, these poems are instant snap- shots of moments in time.  Raw.  Unposed.  Entirely candid.  Unedited.

I want to bleed for you
Tear my clothes and grieve for you
Pull my hair and scream for you

I am the listener of your nightmares
I am the keeper of your pain
I am the gatherer of broken pieces

You who have no voice
You who are locked inside your body
You who are forgotten

I hear you
I have the key
I call you by name