could be the Midas touch, except not at all. Everything touched does not solidify into something valuable, instead it disassembles immediately losing the vibrant colors.

As I shuffle through this once magical place, the trees swoop low reaching for extending with their spiny tips.

My legs are bruised from the countless blows I took from myself. My feet are blistering in the dirt beneath my spoiled flesh. The tears are relentless down my cheeks, the flow hasn't slowed just as the river my comrades think is so beautiful. Contrast it with my face, let it haunt your memories, tell me you think it's beautiful now. continuing down this rotting path, my limbs dismantle as they have grown weak, my head topples to the hard earth with a disturbing thud.

an overwhelming sense of peace consumes my mind at the idea of no longer continuing to ***** a seemingly perpetual journey through the coldest hell I have ever been in. I used to be warm now I am shaking vigorously lying on the ground. my eyes tilted toward the movement in the brush. the sounds grow louder as they draw nearer to where I lay. the moon has abandoned me, my last true partner. he has gone behind a curtain of smoke to hide his eyes from what he is about to witness. of course, he knew he couldn't save me!! silly man why did he try, maybe it was because I couldn't touch him from so far. He smokes another cigarette immediately turning my eyes black. the trees are ripping at my intestines. Now, the peace has gone and there is nothing left to do but close my eyes and await the horrendous ending.




and then I felt her soft hand, and my tears no longer fell for fear of dying.
I was saved.

I haven't cried in years
My cheekbones are aching
Trying to fight back tears
My eyes are stinging
I hate to cry
It's painful
I cry because you cry

I've dealt with pain my whole life
I've grown accustomed to it
I'm beginning to think maybe
It is meant to always be a part of me
Even if you become
Yet another source of pain
I deal with
It's who I am.
And it's what I must do
You know I'll always love you

Still it's strange
I had a sinking feeling
I knew something that I couldn't know
And I really don't know what to say

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever helps you sleep in peace
Whatever disassembles your nightmares
And  using the parts they are made from
Creates dreams
It's always in your head
And in your heart

My sweet angel
I wish I was holding you now
I wish that I was happy
You know I'll always love you

Please don't cry

The oceans recede,
its pylons exposed.
The great elephants rust
in the junkyard they fell
when Chukwa shifted.
Even his severed legs
can’t hold up the earth-sky.
The sea grass stiffens
to a verdant wave,
curl exposing the horizon.
The ivory house
built on the beach
(the one with the
bench in back
where children played
and the family picnicked,
the one with the
red flame corvette idling
on the cracked street)
disassembles in the winds.

The "world-elephants" are mythical animals which appear in Hindu cosmology. The Amarakosha (5th century) lists the names of eight male elephants bearing the world (along with eight unnamed female elephants).  They sit atop Chukwa, the Cosmic Tutrtle

His hands caress her skin in a way she’s never felt before
He peels back each layer of softened vulnerability
Not quite prepared for the horror lying underneath

Beneath him, she shivers quietly
Each breath a struggle
As he opens a door
That has been carefully locked for far too long

Her emotions tumble out slowly
Like a strained creek
The water dripping through the rocks
Bending and swirling endlessly

His piqued curiosity turns to bewilderment
As he slowly becomes aware of the secret treasure he has discovered
He watches her writhe as everything pours out
Knowing he is the one who opened the floodgates
But not quite ready for the responsibility of calming the tides

And so he closes them
Locks her door again
Making sure to throw away the key
Because some secrets were never meant to be told

As her body becomes her own she returns angry
Not at the man before her
But at herself
For allowing a ****** she promised to never reveal

But through the guilt a part of her soul is saddened
As some hope remained that her secret could be trusted
To the man who dared to venture into her in the first place

And so he leaves her, ***** and alone
To blacken his hands with another
Forever scared of opening up Pandora's Box
Not quite ready to face the music

Meanwhile, her body decays
Because before the man closed the door
He took a part of her with him
And with every other stream he contaminates
He leaves a portion of her purity

Now a piece of her is spread across many
Like a broken up jigsaw puzzle
Never truly able to fit together again

She disassembles
As her soul leaves her body
And she regrets
Ever letting herself feel at all