TALISMANS

I wear my talisman on full force until it chokes me into subliminal consciousness, a constant reminder that I can't get through without a piece of you on my skin. I can't fucking live with this. Without this black bracelet, as black as the suburban tar road, I am confused to what I feel. Am I angry? Am I sad? Will it ever be clear to me again, will I ever be honest to my feelings ever again? Will your talisman shield my eyes forever? Will I live it through this mess with surviving breaths to spare?

Oh darling, will I ever see your face ever again in the songs that I sing to on my stereo?