cracks in the stone that binds me

all

dear Mrs. No One,

Fate told all.
when she told me to be quiet,
I refused until she forced me.
I have seen Tarot cards in my dreams,
and there are many little scars on my hands
from raising life up out of the wool.

my mind has been poisoned
I've been nursed back to health
and where they had found none,
I found my wealth.

I am a god, and so feminine as the moon
while she dances, I devise
a plan to blink my eyes.

from cracks in the stone that bound me,
the ashes made fertile soil
I have risen like the sun at night,
and left my soul to boil

these eternal wounds are closed for now
with stitching popping out
and my fatal fever's finishing fast,
I'm more than I'm allowed.

I've mellowed out in time and space
and learned to fill my bones.
this marrow won't come naturally—
I made this place my home.

through tattered nowhere,
tempests cry
and oceans beat the sand

well, bodies rot,
seashells decay,
and heat springs against my hand.

my friend Fate told all—
she explained I was a savage,
and if I am to be of a deeper, darker nature,
then I am to drag you all down with me.

let it rain with thunder and rubber,
open your mouth as lightning pours through
taste the electricity on your tongue:
the static between your fingers.

all of me is all of this
the mistakes that I have made
were steps to bring me closer to
the give and then the raid

perhaps I am a soldier here
perhaps I am alright
that I've been brainwashed time and again
to keep me in the fight

my body buzzes, my eyes like a lighthouse
show me where to go
and so, I wander and I ponder
of the rocks for me Fate throws.