I refuse to be eaten up by nothing
By the coercion ******* the flowers
Rooted in my lungs
The heat from my cheeks
The dazzling fierceness which
Propels me to bounce to
The ***** of my feet every morn,
Burning like a furnace that in my rib cage.
I tire of hiding my teeth
Of living in lukewarm tragedy
Of living a crescent life
Granted, the rain pelts ******* hard
With a terror that threatens
To buckle my knees
My thoughts at most times stings
Like a hive of angry, angry bees
And my sight becomes hollow
Or I shatter inside
An extremity,
Channeling the world
Into saturated hues,
Sickly and taught with
A crackling tension
My heart thunders in that dangerous way
My palms sweat with
Static energy
My tears beg for them, to me,
To stop
Yet, I continue to climb
To touch the sky when day
Folds into night,
When there are those perfect
Pockets of light
When the golden rays kiss
Where it hurts
When the world tilts into magic
When I know where there is so much beauty,
A naked, honest beauty,
She rules from her throne
At a moment of in between,
I know, too
I will be okay
With myself constantly shifting
From full, to crescent, to nothing
But always, eventually,
To something