Sturdy umbrella hands
Absurdly-stealing white-hot
Whiskers; -bleeding's
Of her heart.

Gravity held them,
For black hole -minutes
While medusa's
Tongue mesmerised us-

Time was sneaking-snow dragons,
Breath inside cardiac-wisps
And Winchester demons

Laughed as I was feigned
By void-born darkness.

I was the chancellor of time
We ask the breadth of why?
Inside my mind.

And she gives me an
Always ten pence piece
In answerings.

Clouds speak
With lunar light,
As droplets
Slither from gravity.

Ambers; whites; greys; blacks
Slowly blurring boundaries
In tornado fashions.

My bag of mani-fes-tations
Drips blood quietly
While they kiss; coldly
As if forever existed.

I gave them intestine
Necklaces, and hung them from
My tree-
To make decorations.

After cerebral dancing
Their brains were gone,
But wax filled eyes-
Crafted pumpkins.

--Now I wait
-For-the-knock
Trick-or-treat?

I have to say goodbye to children I never even got to greet
And let go of somebody so dear before we'd got the chance to meet

I need to rethink all the decisions that I swore I would pursue
But, in doing so, I have to also close the door on birthing you

I don't know if I could ever gather the words to express my woe
Because my body will change and it will then refuse to let you grow

My heart will break and it will not return to its original self
And, although you'll certainly forgive me, I shall not forgive myself

They'll judge you for your colour
They'll judge you for your lover
Praise you for one thing
But **** you for another

I've been awake for too long.
Sleeping every night you'd think I would've got the hang of it by now
But the last year, sleep has eluded me.

Now I sit pre-dawn hour.
Preparing myself.
Settling an upset stomach,
Turmoil of emotions.
A sea of anxiety -
Chaotically churning chyme
As time goes turning on.

Fooled myself that I was neutral.
That I would be happy no matter the outcome.
Yet, here I am. Sweating fear.
Like I'm out gun so I have to out run bullets.

Radical Critical Acceptance.
Is my only line of defense
Against the offense of uncertainty
No point worrying about what I'm going to be dealt - pointless action.
Deal me the cards and I'll work from there.

We're all **** in the new dawn.
Naked in our actions, our motives
All wanting a plethora of letters
In a hundred different combinations.

So as that sun rises
Like a single old wise iris
Dispelling it's light on me
I wonder -
what will today bring?
Either way, I'm certified that I'm leaving.