Let spill the sizzling hilt of sword
that dams your flooding blood with steel
the lapping blade, its greedy stains
which bring the coping rain.
My vision blurs, I sink and swirl
and every cell within.
my poison will never win
I vomit ink to cure the meat
of pages of empty sin.
Make me a steak of refusal-fate
and I’ll spit in my hand and grin.
I’ll slay whatever filthy hound
would cut my bile with gin.
I don’t know who I am when all these wordlets nip my skin
Some haunting-story strokes my arm
And begs so softly, “name me, mother,”
I pull my flesh from dissonant harm
And beat the tale back to be told by another.
My teeth clack loudly for attention
My tongue clicks to be heard.
I yawn, and each ear pops its knuckles
Ready for a brawl.
I pour from my lips
I spit and I bite
The red stained glass shimmers in rays of sunlight
I curl my eyelids and iron my gaze
I rip off the fences in hopes that they’ll stay
I wear each worn battle on fire-lined skin.
My hostages called,
and they won’t let me in.
Return me, wild confidence
I beckon from the wind.
Let go my fierce uncaring eyes
And their soulful fighting grin.
Starlight streaked into my eyes
And colored the heavens within my mind.
I reached for the sun but it was gone
Instead my flesh burned at darkness’s song.
Startled my fingers curled away
and the sickness inside screamed at the day.
I tried to cover my ears but found
my hands had melted down to bone.
In agony I closed my eyes
but wickedness within would thrive;
if I kept the light outside at bay
so I tore off my eyelids and fixed my gaze.
The stars burned fierce and electrified
the alleys my mind had once designed.
I cried out in pain and stretched my skin
to try and keep the laughter in.
Blood spun out and painted the sky,
all the darkness smiled at my demise.
but light bled in where veins had been
and kept my torn heart animated.
Re-formed then and born of light
my eyelids stars, my blood-light bright.
when darkness falls, I will show the way
for others struggling to find the day.
Slicing through the storm, we’re brought beyond, before
Rosy eyes and pale moon-white
Cheeks of porcelain dust.
Stabbing colors sicken me
And tears march to my eyes, you see
As suddenly then as I wanted him gone
I felt love blossom just as strong.