first it was the legs that simply disappeared
then the arms took the hands and left in quiet prayer
a torso should be enough to hold a head high but the heart just isn’t there
the spine is still intact and continues to play along though it abnormally curves in fear
when the eyes align
I swear I’m alive
but the body isn’t here
in a heavy fog I am swallowed
washed out of my skin
peeled at every layer
any doctor could take a bite
chart my territory in a book
mark me for my subjects
and when they are through
sertraline is waiting
she is gray
she is blue
she matches me in mood
and I
treat her better
than strawberry fields
dandelions
honeysuckle
her ability is greater
her strength is true
and when I take her
I am washed away
washed away
a different kind of new
especially during refuge
I feel the moon dig
through a difficult womb
desperate for comfort
begging for rebirth –
this life has burned
flesh from bone
stripped every vein
from duty
and I have just sat
chewing on beetles
biting off fingerprints
asking for peace
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Speaking of cobwebs we were
just sitting upright
gulping venom
from her breast
choking on slivers of
her silk line
rocked by her black belly
slow burn
when she would spin, spin, spin
wrapping our full-bodies in shame
trapping us as prey
feeding off our guilt
until we bled out
still
empty
alone
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplashthat while my sleepy eyes seem to fade
I am causing earthquakes.
I am growing stars.
*Keep Up My Friends 😉
Rain whispers a quiet optimism on dead arms
Earth has forgotten what to do
Sleep has taken away the planet’s ability to know
Instinct is a secret
Void is the dream
Our skies are dense with fear
A thick blanket smothering maturity
It is in man’s nature to take
Photo by Jacob Mejicanos on UnsplashI am not a rule or a thumb
I am after the math changes
like when he comes and then leaves
on the black pavement, they don’t move –
they are yellow and dead
and glued by storm
without lightning, I cannot burn
without worship, I am empty
words do not matter
but I want them all
the words
the matter
the exalt
If I bleed out – don’t scream at me
for doing it wrong
in here
oxygen has stopped moving
a body is melting over a dream
that is alive and well
an intention
blackwater
we intertwine like parasites
we love like decay
i could be convinced to move out of here
but every moon begs for this same
consistency
and I am no moon
start with a word
they don’t care which word you choose
as long as you begin
and, later, end
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