Confessions unseen
I'm swaying past the windmills
To be beside you

Small and unassuming, you would be downed by the fell of my trunk.
I remain upright for fear of the saw.
You claw into my bark and drain me of my wildlife.
Could it have been the sap?
Or merely the scratching of those insects within?
Nevertheless, you tear off my leaves.
I remain docile for fear of the bruise.
You claw into my scalp, draining me of my sanity.
Could it have been my fault?
Or merely my mental state a target?
My wildlife drained.
My body violated.
Cut into submission.

Whether a funeral or a wedding,
I cannot spar with this.
Totems strewn about listlessly,
as if to mimic a kaleidoscope.

I writhe from the ghost of her touch.
Squirm at the memory of her hands.
Retreat due to her force. Totem one.

A consolidation of both kinds.
Her understanding and familiarity.
The common ground and the calm.
Kind breaths to my lungs. Totems two.

My path a cardioid.
I come close for only a moment.
Her gravity keeps me in orbit,
I see my malignant shadow cast on the darting eyes of those guards. Totem three.

A monsoon.
The sun and stars.
Grassy hills.

I am riddled with bullets.

With wretched caliber I haven't felt.
Struck with haunting sound, my skin tears gracefully under the direction of your barrel.

That had I been, would have guided those horsemen towards my body with grip taught by the pulling of your hand.