Last night I dreamt of the space between the stars.
The darkness, the blackness,
The thrilling rift between the riots
Was saying to me in a voice so muffled and hot,
So hidden and so stifled,
So unbelievably moody and inclement,
That voice was telling me what I need to be.
I felt the slow stripping of my mind,
As if I was an onion.
I saw in my mind’s eye,
In the mirrored lagoon of nymphs swimming around in my head,
What I needed to be.
I saw a small girl
As tall as a tree
Who knew the weight of a human heart
And wasn’t afraid for people to ask
On the topic of her quite broken heart
Hanging on by a gossamer thread to her ribs.
She loved herself
And the life she lived
And loved her broken heart as well,
As it turned cold and warm and loved them all.