tap into the sap of a human body
we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity
___________________________
a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves
@timespieces
copyright 2019
simmering in my distress i wait for the moon to round the corner bathed in her mother of pearl dressing gown is there no one else in the cosmos who has seen my tears such as she?
these eyes always focused skyward begging for her celestial intervention but she only stares a steady silver gaze down at me
i reek of frenzy my body rots in its acid environment and the moon is a silent witness supportive or exploitative, it is uncertain
oh god, does it ever end? does it always sit burning in your chest blowing smoke to your head? does it always hold you captive in your own flesh?
she must curse me a pathetic thing
she doesn't tell me so doesn't need to i can sense it deep in her black eye craters her gown emitting white-hot hell she smothers my nose with it pushes into my white-bone skull
i'll let her overtake me permeating with divine light till the night is a searing blinding finale
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
