Brought white blossoms,
He did, on curved gravel
roads that stood well.
I couldn’t hear him.
I was riding Bennie, my pale habit.
My powder pastry mixing with me
like toxic nasal drip. I picked up my feet,
Bennie lifted me up, up, up.
We were deep in azure film,
scraping the sky for nothing.
He stayed with His ignorant box of diamonds,
level grounded,
staunchly fixed on my weightless finger.
Benny pulled me.
We floated to the tops of stars.
We floated to the top of dark.
We floated too far,
into the “too dark”.
Bennie was lost.
My ghost!
My shadow, swallowed
by infinity.
That’s when the buried corners came,
with hard-boned smiles and
broken teeth,
thin skinny, barely protection!
They came hard. Shattering moon windows,
bursting starlight.
They came for me!
I tried to scream but I was dry.
They picked at me.
They grabbed.
They reached through me,
straight through my green guts,
where Bennie was.
Hiding.
They shook,
shook,
shook,
trying to shake me off him.
They scrambled everything inside me.
Then, I fell.
Out of the stars. Out of the dark.
Back to the dirt where He was waiting
with a quiet ring, bent knee.
I did not know him.
I could not know him.
The buried corners
didn’t shake him out, but
they took my brain and
put the dark in its place.
Now, while my days sleep elsewhere,
He waits.
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