nextlahualli
obsidian shard,
slickly gripped in scarred hands,
in trembling descent,
penetrates through the skin-
ribcage is split wide,
still alive,
and a heartbeat remains...
what is hiding in veins,
holy, wild, and untamed?
seethe the snarl,
gripped in the fangs.
gnarled hands,
dipped in primitive shades,
of old ochre, blood-stain,
ash, and willowfine
splayed on the bone.
a vision insists it is.
wishes unnamed
i, alone-
a rhythm shifts, deep within this
spiraling, viral, liminal dip
'neath the infinite-
i-
am a product of lies,
violence, and this:
sighs between two lovers' lips-
the sky...
and the mindlessness-
i admit, times, i wish i'd resist
harder than darkness can shift-
o how ardent can hearts be in bliss?
yet, how fickle when shit starts to slip...
i'll harvest horizons, then,
mind the rip.
