Do you recall, I spoke of splinters in fingertips and told you of the pain. Have you noticed how heavy the roots in my heart have grown? They shoot out in search of water or earth- but They haven’t found ground to sow in. chemical burns and My blood screamed at me, but I couldn’t…
Dioxin
It’s been seven days, and I am still unsure of my footing. Where does my seat lay within the confines of your space? Laugh with them, show them I, too, can dance the social call they seem to favour. What predator lays with prey and finds itself among friends?
Decency
I’ve saturated myself with sweat and suffering for 3 days straight. Rose water and cloves, to fill boiling water cups. Maybe this will work and take away that (deep-seated-something) and let me breathe, just enough for the vapours to make me smile.
3 words too many
Whisper them if you must- I know petty better than this. Avalanche and silence and nothing and broken words that I need to feel deeper than you can give. For now, you say anyway I’ll try and hold that declaration Pin it to my own cross. palms pierced blood as ink- blood as binding. My…
The price we pay
Azazel, Your tears flow so freely, does the crown on your head not weigh you down? What broken dream has sent you here again, to this place of mortal dread and insignificance. My yellowed prince- don’t tar your wings; you are already burning. Cinders may fly, but they are also dying.
Not Tridents
One two three Four I feel them Flowing from the outside Into me, My skin. What happens when my flesh Is more metal Than skin, When I resemble the dog Covered in ticks But in metallics.
moribund
Broken by names of your flowers; I fell- into some place where light can’t touch the wounds you left me from your fathers hands years after they were made into one. So where do we go from here, I hear you screaming again, of flowers and poison pollen, but i am afraid I cannot bend…
Insulin/overachiever
Waking up was more of a journey than a destination. Limbs so heavy weighted down with concrete mixed with sugar. I still feel them falling into themselves. Have you picked up sand washed over by the tide and felt it flow into the air in clumps seen only once, and then forever again part of…
The one about –
Do you remember the night you made me stay alone, save wolves yet to be realized, in the back of (y)our everything? I was so kindly reminded today of the space I felt between us then. Curtains of black and grey billowing between dust and dust and dust. I have no choice. I’ll just Standby…
Haven’t cried, but I’ve been meaning to
confusion and panic as your words hit- hurt my eyes again. This was not what the day showed and the night was too long for me to have cared. I’m falling I failed my wicker…