Passion Flower

poetry, depression, enlightenment, abuse, being used

because when your gaping petals expand
just to taste the blood of Christ
every velvet ant will find his way
to your core

because when you are born on the mouth of July
you are a sedative blue tongue
and they will come to extract
you from your veins

because your short life is meant to feed
caterpillars, it is impossible
to assume that you would be
collected in the fall
for more

a cloud of black magic

poetry, mediation, enlightenment, spiritual awakening, self-transformation, awakening

this is where I sleep
each night
carpet crawling toward glass

my reflection sleeps fast
I
just
listen

broken words shift faster
than anxious eyes
my universe
is gone