the place where the left side of my heart is
is in a log cabin buried deep in underbrush, thickets and trees as tall as skyscrapers
the woods, the haven for my scarce joy
containing the torture in concentrated forms
so they don’t escape and turn into dinosaurs
chomping on bones as they drool
about my past convictions
knowing **** well i am renewed, reborn from the slander and clutches of my mind

~in this haven i found love and i keep it in a tiny nostalgic box so i can hold it beside me forever and never get lost again