I melt into explosion.
I open up to it all at once.
The ground is loved
by the seeds of clouds.
— from Repetitions of Ruin
(incantations from the same wound)
Held like something holy, by something holy
Night Star
a star in the night
playing fantasy
on knuckles so deep
don’t think
that’s magic
Too Small
my heart is tired
she wants to go home
i tried to build her one
but they’re all too small
she never fit
Blotchy, Dry, Aching
I’m suffocated by spirits.
I just sit in my nest.
I’m blotchy,
dry,
aching.
Wail and cry and sob.
Wail and cry and sob.
Wail and cry and sob
— from Repetitions of Ruin
(incantations from the same wound)
Ripe and Mean
When we went without
I forgot my name
Things were not good
We’d be ripe and mean
We’d beg and fight
Skin splitting
Play tug of war with our faces
Growl through negative space
I am awake
I am awake
I am awake
I plead
insanity
I give
him control
Still
painting him in contrast
Collapsed
When I experience grief
I open and everything enters.
There is no space.
I’m suffocated by spirits.
I’m blotchy, dry, aching.
— from Repetitions of Ruin
(incantations from the same wound)
Nest of Sorrow
I just sit in my nest.
And wail and cry and sob.
I’m fragile and I delight in explosion.
At the edge of grief
I’m swallowed by it whole.
— from Repetitions of Ruin
(incantations from the same wound)
I Wore You
we had the same conversations like it was yesterday
i wore blue for days and days straight
i wore all my fibers as you
i knew you were blue too
i fasted
i was corrupt
you wouldn’t let my burn touch a thing
you laughed in the face of it
One More Eternity
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