it's the sky, you say. the sky speaks to you the secrets of her heart & she rains on you a mutitude of sorrows that you embrace within the cold of your heart. she curses you with her love & floods your home with the warmth of burning coal. even then you smile at her & let her burn you with sulphur. see, how love tears you apart & you seem to recieve it with such epiphany. only if i could bring you to earth and let you feel the soil beneth your feet and have reality open your eyes with her mighty force, would you see the burns on your lips, the scars on your chest & your dying heart that the moon brought back to you when you lost it to broken homes & devious and guileful smiles?
i wish to break you
open & show you this
evanescent world.
HIS SCARS, 2024
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EVER HEARD OF FAITH?
Poesia"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my che...
