Still Waiting
i was left in an open field
an unharvested crop
from a crooked seed
that spoiled in the sun
i thought the crows
would have plucked me clean
instead i sit untouched
still waiting
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
i was left in an open field
an unharvested crop
from a crooked seed
that spoiled in the sun
i thought the crows
would have plucked me clean
instead i sit untouched
still waiting
Imagine a cut
a swollen crack
seeping decadent marrow
from your bone
Now imagine it being crushed
against your bodyweight
imagine the mind altering pain,
of a dagger in your wound
that is my disease
avascular necrosis
singing hell into my legs
my arthritic master
i dreamt for so long,
My flesh was dull gold
and my blood, rotted and vile.
Corpse after corpse
left in my wake,
as i awaited
her return
And still i dream...
Behold her bloom!
Recall her name!
the fruit you eat
eats you the same.
Though the branch holds you,
you hang!
i speak to the wild,
the ocean and the moon
with the hope
my whispers
will find you
You linger
on the periphery
of "almost"
or "close"
of where my happiness
would lie if i could touch it
Grief (greef)
/noun/
a fissure,
bones parted with force,
a name disguised with wire
and lodged in the copper
of the throat.
For thirty days i dreamt of you
and thirty ones days
you were taken from me
a love that died
of illness and wounds
an infected cut
that never healed
a precious memory
that i've forgotten