Find me

 Come find me, 

it only looks like I'm hiding, because if I speak

my knees might buckle.

I showed you  my hand, I said please help it

, my hand.

  help it.  Its whiter than usual,   the blood is almost gone from it.

But you said "please go back to your seat"

and I sat , tracing the lines of the school book...with my white fingernail,

on my white hand.

my glass hand

the lines that spread slowly like growing branches, 
show my glass hand, 

is soon to break.....


Now I sit in a black chair, with my white hands, 

Come find me, 
Breathe life 
into my white hands.

They have been waiting so long to be found.


- s