I lost myself
In the vast wonder of my mind
In the ethereal loneliness of
The folds of my dress
In colors of sunrises
And sunsets.
There’s no pain here, lining
the final whispers of joy
and cheer, of sorrow
But then I find myself
Growing
Prying peace from
the very end
Claiming it mine
Touching my dream
Barely, tenderly,
With fractions of the light.
Flower prompt: poppies— eternal dreams, sleep, peace, death.
Then it surges again—
the desire to taint him, tear out
his innocence and his duty and his honor;
her fear and everything she’s borne
is emerging in greed so violent it tastes of sin
of blood
soaking
sacred
earth.
Speak to me
about the son of Daedalus
who tasted upon his lips
her freedom
and upon his eyelids
her warmth
Speak to me
about his wings that gave in
plunged him, watched his being
shatter as it struck sea
his delirious soul, drunk on innocence
on sin
Speak to me
about my pristine self
as my back meets the harness
and my new wings
as I stand on the edge,
as the Sun beckons
freedom
Run
What from? I would
Ask my dread
But instead it pried open
my ribs, crushed this heart
and, run
it planted into it
Run from what?
Run
until your lungs can carry air no longer
That was then,
be still
Now it tells,
very still
But why?
rest your back upon earth
let her claim you again
But how?
let her vegetate and grow her
life upon you, crush you
with fear, and the weight of your sins
I see,
be still
be earth
I see,
until your lungs carry air no longer
Helplessly
My hollowness craves destruction
Crash and crumble, the rest of me
This feeble vainness I want gone
Crush this ribcage around
the nothingness it harbors
Then the carnage sweep away
Build me again on pristine innocence
Let me be reborn
So brave the rise and peak
And find your way down
Stir my beauty and despair
Then love me for what I am
And if it were a home you seek
For the universes unfolding within
For the bursts spilling from
the space between your ribs
Then a home in these arms
you will find
Rivers of moonlight
Shining down, unraveling
At these very bones
Rightfully, I am She
In her everything
I am her rage
When she storms
But her calm
When she rains
When she trembles
I am her faults
And her lines
And her fault lines
I am lands that engulf
And that bloom
To give back
I am the brilliance in her skies
The colors and the black
Her yearning for the Sun
And the Moon’s for her
I was born
from one fistful
Of Earth
