Anansi’s Library

Content, Cassandra

Soft animal I am

I lick these wounds you left me

As memories, a memory, still like pond water in my mind

Slits line my back like angels wings

Left by the touch of the only god I’d ever worship

God rends, my necessary excommunication met with outside elation

But pain in my own heart

I find it facinating how chemotherapy affects the body.

Hardly haughty any doctor can diagnose the dichotomy.

A blade slashes away at flesh in the name of fixing, hacks away to heal.

Poison atoms rip away skin outside and in,

And somehow cure a malady, yet leave scarred evidence

Who knew the spilling of blood

you endure with loving eyes measured and cool

Would prove a vital tool, cold and glinting,

a scalpel cutting out the parts of you entombed within me, and I you.

Put it back.

Let the rot train track through my veins

I’d lose my brains, distracting pain nothing new to me from June to may, to newer days if you could play,

Inside my mind, like every day,

You could slay

Me

I won’t complain

I’d fall again, sword can penetrate, it can break my skin, I’d still celebrate

I’d fall on your blade with blessed baying lips lay a kiss upon your feet

Bowed, impaled, exhale

Damocles be damned

I’d slam ambling, be grand

In joy before you, restore you to your throne in my bleeding chest

I’d never rest

I’d do it all again

My sweetest suicide and sin

Id lay upon the guillotine, the cutting board, the floor

Cursed blade, love sinner, me,

Your love, unclean, your whore

My god your love is a sword I fall on with grinning lips

bringing praises unto Adonai from between your thighs.