chewing the scar



it's something given

confused, please grant me this burr

guilt & I dance into your throat

your ghost losing me
together now
searching your left behinds


one strip of me
pale, finally open & quiet
walking away

fold me into place

it's a free ticket

my petal falls off

she lays with control
on your left


my axe falls

I'm changing lives


inside this final pocket

i see blood,
i see it everywhere now:
falling from the sky,
splattered on the ground.
i see blood of those
who don't have a home,
not because it's lost,
but because it's torn.
i see crimson tears,
i see scarlet streets.
they might sympathise,
they might speak of peace,
but if there's no justice,
then there is no god.
when i close my eyes
all i see is blood.

with me trapped inside

the apple thrown years ago