We-death

I lose my breath for the ways we wept

Carving our chains from the sorrows we claim

I curse my hands as they build my plans

The coffin sized for me that I lovingly heed

Each step towards my death I shriek as I grin

I cannot stop mourning even as I descend

Why do we not cease all this clamor and doubt?

I know what will save me but I grieve anyhow

We built our own tomb-traps but we gild them and stay!

filling the rooms with silver decay

Floating our corpses in gold-blood and gloom

We’re certain this death will not be the last

We’ve died so many times in the past

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Memories

Somewhere I am weeping, teeth glinting in wailing screams upon the floor
Somewhere my eyes are blinding rage with the justice they restore
Somewhere my jaw is tight and cold and my gaze sweeps frozen by
Somewhere I soften and forgive as someone before me cries

Somewhere I grieve
Somewhere I lose
Somewhere I hesitate and choose

Somewhere I laugh with golden tones that dance in silver song

Somewhere I live, I belong,
Each version of me alive in someone’s mind all along.

THEY’RE NOT JUST WORDS

Do you have any idea what it is to feel these words?

To claw them out of me, snapped and bleeding, in an attempt to feel less? In a desperate hope

to end this scattered wretched lonely

mess?

Do you know what it is

To feel the words come slicing through

To actually feel the cinders in you

And to be wary of their power?
What you read from me is not merely pretty sashaying sounds strung together to twirl their syllables through the night

My words are a fight

And they shriek from within

Desperate to touch the far-flung sides of endless light

Desirous of all that is more 

Than the tattered words I have 

Clicking and stabbing and clanking and rolling and twitching around

inside.