they say home is where the heart is well my heart sits inside this war-torn body going through the motions breathe in breathe out smile suture together the gaping hole that screams from the center of my mass tugging on the ragged edges trying to fold in on myself my own ouroboros subsisting off my own flesh eating my muscles a supernova collapsing with a crushing blow that rattles my bones and reverberates through my heart.
so this is home the lodging where my beaten soul and battered consciousness have wiped away the dust taken the sheets off the unused furniture and curled up with their feet tucked up underneath their body paying no attention to the leaky roof pitter patter of water droplets heavy with the chaos and ire of the outside world as they land definitively in pots and pans littered throughout my body lingering in my liver and sopping up moisture that springs traitorously into my eyes burns straight through my retinas and reminds me of my weakness.
how can i be my own big bad wolf? alternating between a warm bed and hearty meals that bode a bountiful harvest suddenly replaced by howling wind and razor sharp rain drops cutting into my skin and i welcome it.
i let myself be cut to ribbons until all that remains is shredded flesh clinging precariously to ivory bone hanging by a thread an elephant at the edge of a cliff tail tied to a dandelion.
i relish the destruction in razing my corporeal temple to the ground reducing myself to ash and scattering to every edge of the earth until I burst forth from this atmosphere this geological prison my dermal incarceration and fly as star stuff to become a distant universe for didn’t the liquid power of the stars always run through my veins an oil fire burning higher and higher until the black acrid smoke consumed the entire world and absorbed the sun’s rays to bring about a never-ending night.
close my eyes. it doesn’t matter if it’s dark outside.