suckle fresh meat
benevolent smile, make me flutter
i'm tired of you- your subtlety.
these piercing pains squeeze me tight,
as we pull apart, our flesh tears like
conjoined twins, squirming to break free.
how I wince at the feeling of disgust...
yet we look at ourselves
with a glossy finish.
home, life, death in soil
home is radiant
home is anywhere
home is,
is a state of. just as the being was created.
safe. safe. I do not hunger for pain. I float
in grace above what was.
what was is dead.
I am not dead.
Death will come
I am not dead,
though I walk on the soil I will lay
I am not weakened by its presence.
I am home right now.
ENERVATED
fragile body, I feel fragile like a daughter who lost her father.
a hollow body, this vessel of turmoil.
the gravity of holding a withering reality. my exhausted body,
who can know that more than you?
like a dream you cannot share only
a daily expression. a reflection. a projection.
like a rock candy made of mirrors to mimmic,
to blind, to distract...
I create a space to share this weight.
my toes pin me down only to observe
the numbness in my feet. a dumb sack of jelly
in love, the loss of you again in this disconnect.