Empty, there were silhouettes against the wall
outside the air swept through me
A vase, and static on the television
momentarily we were lost
a seated man with eyes closed and wrinkles
a car drones by, tires on black and wet
everything is sharp
My face is on a carpet
the walls race up above my sight
there is no spoken knowledge
conditional
can i decipher.
Eyes closed- there is moss here, everywhere
and the dirt crawls up my ankles
branches enveloped my form, and we are thorns
There is darkness, and with it stillness
no one moves
as if it were all fucking opiated
A man crucified on the wall
his head is above my eyesight, and around his ankles
Chained.
Embracing freedom
I step outside into the forest
and dissolve into my womb
naked, the thorns fall away
naked, everything is embraced
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment