between soft and seizure

[photosixgun]

you've built a throne upon the scars
that keep you up at night
the cuts that never left you
and the memory of how
your eyelashes moved as a child
between soft and seizure,
yet they cannot remember you
in all the places they never were,
upon the footfalls of yesterdays headline news
and today's adulations
for the ones we only love
when they're gone...

(currently working on this...any constructive criticism is appreciated)