putting guns together in the dark

putting guns together in the dark is easier than taking them apart in the light.

their names line my lips like soldiers and every whisper is a bullet. all of them wore uniforms, took me in as if to protect and then violated me. they violated my body, mind, heart and soul then left me with a blank piece of paper with the words, “move on” hastily scribbled on the back.

it was the signature of every coward, every man, woman and child that only saw me broken apart in the day. that’s why i make sure i stay put together now. now when they see me they all say i’m doing good cause everything looks perfect, always a little more perfect than the year before.

only the strong ones are strong enough to stay at night, to watch me crumble before putting myself together again. i haven’t met any of them but suspect they exist cause by dawn the tears are dry and the bullets disappeared.