i **** on the patch of swollen purple on my thigh
pick the scabs my wounds formed
and dance around the beast's smoke
sometimes, i scream at him
tell him to leave
but he always screams louder
i need to bury him anyway
enfold him in the land of past selves and bad habits
and when i do
the light will pour in
as my heart grows golden roots
and the choir sings a chorus of release
while my body sways along
200419
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
i **** on the patch of swollen purple on my thigh
pick the scabs my wounds formed
and dance around the beast's smoke
sometimes, i scream at him
tell him to leave
but he always screams louder
i need to bury him anyway
enfold him in the land of past selves and bad habits
and when i do
the light will pour in
as my heart grows golden roots
and the choir sings a chorus of release
while my body sways along
200419
