He contacts me
Once in a while.
When we're both too drunk to be afraid.
But mistakes change things...
Now he knows I won't speak when I drink.

He contacted me
The other day.
He's coming back
Back from the sea
And the land of the confederacy.
He says he's going to come see me...
That he'll get me to speak while we drink.

He will stop contacting me
One day.
When he understands
That I am not scared, but that I am not his.
That his hands can no longer fumble with my ties.
After he comes to see me...
I'll make him understand what I speak when we drink.

Claw pierces flesh
And rips through layers of fat and muscle.
Tears capillaries in twain
While absorbing my blood.
It drinks in my cells
While the liquid oxidizes for the few moments it feels the air.

Claw is cleaned
Blood mysteriously vanishing.
Muscle reconnects
Fat melts back together.
Capillaries clot and join
So as to spill no more pathogenic juice.

Where does the blood go?
Where does the air between my cells go?
How is the hole in my flesh refilled?

Silence is always the safest answer.
My dad used to get mad at me
For not participating in conversations.
I was just smart enough to know
That most of the time the response in my mind
Should not be voiced
In fear of judgement
Or anger
Or just plain discomfort.
It is a trait I have brought with me from childhood.

Often not responding is the best response of all.

A marvel of human engineering!
A cyborg of delicate mechanical balance
She swoops down
And conquers the world.
Her world-
Her section of the Earth, created for her.

Nothing left out of place
Nothing amiss.

She is the world's first crossbred perfectionist.

My hair is a jungle.
Wild and dangerous
The color of a palm tree's trunk.
It flows down like a waterfall
With wild rapids at the bottom.
The mysteries of the Amazon are in there
Along with the fire of secret indigenous tribes.
Layers of complex ecosystems
(similar to the various hormonal states of a young adult female)
Make it a treacherous place to venture
But some come out alive.
You cannot tame the wild jungle
Unless you cut it down.

Sleep always clears my head.
I wake up the next day
And realize
I do love him
Everything will work out.
Our happily ever after will be
As powerful as the amount of work we put in.

I know he loves me.
And I love him, as much as I can.
I just get so
Frustrated
Sometimes.

It's hard to love from far away
When there's problems up close.