#fibers
Unravel me.
Plunge your fingers into the depths
of my anatomy-
wade into my rufescent flesh,
strum my fibers,
find me in the fissures
of my ivory bones---
then come back to the surface,
cling to the brims of my clavicles,
and tell me how
beautiful I am.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
At times,
I find myself
tearing my fibers apart.
Picking out one neuron
from another,
and wrecking myself
from within.
To find,
the next morning,
I have been
built once more.
This time,
just differently.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
Swinging from a fraying rope
Clasping on to lies you think I'm desperate enough to believe
Pathetically gripping words though I can clearly see fibers stretch and break from tension of reality
The weight of awareness too heavy for your false promises to bear
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Day into night and day into night again for as long as this here feeling or lack thereof exists, I scribble love notes into the fibers of every letter engraved into this keyboard, repetitively, in search for something
To form a phrase of some meaning, or of placement, like structure
Like form and position
And it seems that every silent sound that is of black ink is scented with the echoes of something we will never be but could, if I just keep etching possibility in between the spaces of every word of tongue
Still awake among the still of night there is something of a soft whisper rustling through the breeze as leaves sway under bare moonlight, and I keep searching for you in these bedsheets but you are nowhere to be found
You only exist within the multitude of tiny threads which consist of letters and syllables and sentences and punctuation marks
The ones I constantly weave day in and day out, from sun up til sun down
I keep writing to hopefully feel you completely, as some sort of fabric, as cotton, or wool, or something far off
Some far gone piece of me or you or us
Something that never was
-AL
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC