in the business of truth telling
i've hidden myself
in smoke and mirrors
helped sink friendships, sever family ties
sanity's claim in the living
is that we're all gonna die one day
well here's the truth
words are simply words,
no matter how you hear them
twisted vines of growth
coming from undefined depths
never meant for you,
a wretched hand reaching for the
scissors
stop
stay still, keep in mind your demons
lift your head out of the bitumen
stop filling your head with stones
sew back together filthy fragments
brick together the house destroyed
by your ire
fingers licked in flame
by a blue fire
back to the drawing board,
cover that reminder with ink
breathe
forget what everyone else thinks
forget everyone else
think
of you for once
pick up yourself by the shackles of pained breathing
let the rust sink into blood as the newest memory
none of the too good to be true things were
true
trimmings on a casket
discarded poetry fills my
waste paper basket
rendered useless in eighteen ways
now, martyr,
say sorry to your bones
they've been grinding themselves in your sleep
they cannot keep up
not built for speed
but to carry heavy things
at last,
the final element of distance
sweet, putrid silence
broken skin heals
when no one is looking
body in hideaway,
smoke signals sent over seas
the ship has been gutted
emptied
memos thrown out
manuals torn 'part
glass sinking
sudden isolation
thinking of open water
i stir my tea,
consider letting the tide take me
to sink into sleep as a blessing
rock in my belly
grows larger by the minute,
Earth grounding me,
'Sister we're not finished with you yet'
storm inside but the weather's clearing
faintly
a wind tickles the trees, whispers
you've forgotten the first rule of
Being
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