poem i just wrote (at work)

papercut

i bleed
but i long to sit by a fire
listen to my thoughts
detach from the words

and the stares and the glares
and the shove of the
streets
if a song
could awake me

and live in the house of my
body, if a lull in the noise
could sustain me
could make silence visible
rework my senses

what i want is something
lost,
something fragile
a song i can create to let the world see
me.

something personal to save
the self in fragments
the girl whose world crushes-

the girl who's sunlight has shone
and gone and set.