Tears In Spiral Notebooks

I write these treasures
To fill a hole
I can no longer sleep away
My fingers shake
Over these jewels
I long since put down
They belong to who I was
Not who I am today
Still their worth remains
Long-lost twin tears
Drip to their shadows
Razor edges slice
A bead of red spreads as a rose
My inner Jericho no longer intact
Feather shreds float down from the clouds
And I sit
Blood and tears
In spiral notebooks