Neptune

It’s unsettling how the wet heat flows in tandem with the pulsating behind my eyelids.

From some wounds it runs like a river, while from others it spills like overheating geysers.

I think I lay completely in it.

A pool of my very own life source.

I am submerged in it, now, rather than it submerged in me.

My vessel is cold as the pavement,

and I can no longer differentiate between my skin and the Earth.

But the blood is so warm.”

Life, to me, has always been a puzzle made of pieces that were never meant to go together.

But the way that I fit into your side at night,

and the comfort of your hand in mine..

No one but you could have been made for me.”

harrowing it is, to be of existence

I know not why I have been made, only that it was violent

Be it as it may, t’was not the only moment of violence I would become privy to

No mercy upon me, I watch silver spoons fed into mouths

as blood and dirt is fed into mine

As if my coming into this world was not pitiful enough

Wrenched from my blissful slumber of knowing nothing and being of its likeness

Thrust into the pits of hell masked with a saccharine palter of which only silver spoon mouths are beguiled by.

But I have tasted of the soils we walk on

and of the blood that has rivered in clandestine

Do not think me fooled,

though I have known only briefly

My awareness is deep.”