Jack and Jill

I am Jacks buckling knees

His forehead clammy,

swathed in sweat in drops and beads

I am jacks screaming lungs

his contracting throat suffocating me

I am Jacks sweating palms

broken dreams and unsung psalms

I am Jacks Blooshot eyes

His futile screams and unheard cries

I am Jacks dying heart

the one who had no chance, from the very start