he pressed any farther and I might explode bleed with internal bruising or go home or sit in my car in the rain and cry drive out each street in the smooth electric dark
I would have closed myself in a padded box ran heavy into the fog sank deep into wide open black pupils out of reach
to be impossible to touch but feel every single thing like a white burn or a long knife
to stare at you and not say a word not say a word all day iβm in the middle of an ocean of reaction and it is perfectly still on the surface over mile long depths and youβre pounding on the windows of an empty house slamming your fists into the three inch thick ice of a frozen lake screaming and roaring as you sit there quietly nervous I hear you and you hate me a little bit because you love me too much
but there were swift and silent teeth sharp as noon ripping through our paper trails through my skin and my veins to my bone
I'm being taken by tremors.
pour your burning coals onto my head spit into my evil eye me Judas knowing God as guilt and spilling over with guilt
I drove out every street in the middle of the night I was coronated by the rain glistening with shoulders hanging from the sky I spun around and around in my head the trees danced and pulled at each other and at me
and I entered cathedrals wandered into hallways alone again with softest footfall kneeled to cruel earth, and slowly washed away with the runoff