Silence and the Devil

I've never been as happy

the way the sun sets,

and the moon wraps

itself in a laso

of stars.

My home never home,

the way my bags are

invisiblably packed

with childhood memories

and cactus tasted tears.

I'm stung but you change

the puddles I step in-to

bible scriptures

and love poems.

I ask God am I a abuser

or a user the way her tongue

curves like the devil's

stantic dances that become

her tongue.

My bags are being packed,

numbing my voice with

syringes, candy droplets

and tempations I can't speak.

She's kicking me out of a shelter,

a home, the devil's den for a child

who's, blood isn't as tainted as

mine.

Tainted with ruined lungs,

water-downed tongues,

ruined-broken hearts,

i'm not required to love you

are words that paint

onto my canvas like

classical flute.

Piano keys hitting my

testomines, my cries,

but he changes it all.

I'm the black keys,

the black sheep,

i don't have a home

like I used to know.

Because there's no longer

hellos or goodbyes

Just me and my prayers

that become only silence.