tear this sorrow from me
so like the stars in which I was born
which sends its tendrils burrowing deep under my skin
(clawing, feeding, eviscerating)
drawing out tattoos of grief
across the canvas of my soul...
'i've never loved you, and you'll never go away...'
and though lovely you may lie upon the
cushions of my brain
I will blink you to oblivion
and peel you from my chest
to lie discarded in the corner of my halls;
until that hot wind returns from hell once more
to dry you to a cinder
filling the air with the stench of misery
and homemade, handicrafted chemotherapy
as i clench and vomit out your name...
taste of blood, flavor of bile
and the everpresent lemonade
will purge and purge and purge again--
yet even as i look to my wounds, my fingerprints
remain to heal the sores:
no damage done undone and done again...
and when the winds return to their lake of flame
you pound once more within me:
laughing, crying, sad goodbye-ing
(and oh the song repeats repeats repeats repeats)
and against my better mind i breathe within the circle
of light
until my shadow and i are between
(beyond without belonging)
the lightly realms--the underlines
and sun rises gently over my sleeping eyes...
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