I know you’re tired
Of seeing this track
But damn it
I’m yelling at my mom again
pounding against 88 keys I barely know how to make sing
As though if I smack them enough times
Belching the same boring melody
Of my shattered psyche
One day I could stand up
Walk away
And never feel her again
Never know the ache
Of no longer knowing her face
A mere seven miles away
Sobbing, waiting for my tears to short circuit the wires
If they take my keys from me
Maybe—
Maybe then I could stop screaming
I could stop feeling the hammers
She silently swings through my glass heart