bit by bit
even
beneath the grasp of your hand
against my neck the pull
of my hair against my scalp
and the burning gasp
that is wrenched
from the confines of my throat
i will build it
bit by bit
stick by stick
pebble by pebble
and bone by bone
this city paradise
stretched along the length of my back
a river flowing between
the blades of my shoulders
white fog along the edge
of my skin blue
and purple flowers blooming
deep within the spaces
of my ribs
while the red crunch of autumn
dries clean and crusted
between my lips
and in the end
this is perfect regardless
of your absence i
am still building
and growing and
constructing and colonizing
and reclaiming the land
you took
away from me
*bit by bit
i'll pave over
the remainders
of your presence*
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
bit by bit
even
beneath the grasp of your hand
against my neck the pull
of my hair against my scalp
and the burning gasp
that is wrenched
from the confines of my throat
i will build it
bit by bit
stick by stick
pebble by pebble
and bone by bone
this city paradise
stretched along the length of my back
a river flowing between
the blades of my shoulders
white fog along the edge
of my skin blue
and purple flowers blooming
deep within the spaces
of my ribs
while the red crunch of autumn
dries clean and crusted
between my lips
and in the end
this is perfect regardless
of your absence i
am still building
and growing and
constructing and colonizing
and reclaiming the land
you took
away from me
*bit by bit
i'll pave over
the remainders
of your presence*
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