what light did i have that you needed, that you no longer need
where do these crystalline moments go, when time eats them
do they breathe in her golden weblike womb
or rot in her belly, and dissolve?
they are not here with me now
now i must create moments anew
alone, in my abiding grace
the blade that opened my wound
from you i learned i am magenta
open, deep, and eternally pouring
before i did not know the color of my soul
now: i bleed, endlessly
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