Six Degrees

At a Glance

Who: Me
What: Reflecting on relationships with a hurting world



Six people are supposed
to separate me from
you and your pain--
where are they?

I am too close. I
am hurting. The
pain is too much.

You scream and
the sound comes through
my mouth.

You cry and
the tears make
muddy streams down
my face.

Your hunger fills
my stomach with
a lion's roar.

Your blood drips down my body
making crimson puddles on
my carpeted floor.

Your labored breathing
comes as gasps through parched lips
on my face.

I wrap my arms
around myself
do you feel comforted?