split between

In my dream
I watch you slip from your ladder
I wet the rungs with honesty
and grey salt for your wounds
I watch understanding fill your eyes 

as I bite your fingernails to flesh

When there is nothing to grip the soft wood
of your boring perfection
I will be the gravity that pulls you
not to salvation
not to damnation
not to happiness
but to the impact of the words you dared to speak

The spine you claim to have
will split between love and distraction