sitting by the river bed
removing one wet stone after another
washing the blood from memories bled
wiping them clean
throwing them back into the water

windows calling out to windows
rhyming the bruises with the night
in a gallery of dancing shadows
pinned by the moonbeam
blinded by bloodlight

how did i get in here anyway
invisible i am invisible you
the most beautiful face you've see all day
is in the gutter
looking back at you-
Nausher