lion seal

snap plastic around your spite to snag on pinched flesh to pull and put and shove synthetic shame, a fight of truth deep where sovereignty resides of heart

and from pretending, from hate deprecation held fast for you to break they take over the coherence of self to leave that yawning, all gaping cavity those coarse edges of memory lost

what once you could have been their touch derelict from decay, your guard nevermore whole, your being

like shavings something i need to get out off and torn down of fleeting relief and alleviation

there is no way to tell if the hurried promises i tell myself will set in or will they be something i view as it happens like a distant bystander who really really wants to help but cannot make it in time, who yearns to make it all stop

the scraping of itching a layer of dirt from the staining there are always more roots to break off some fresh, recent thinking they could live their life but instead crumbling into a powder

it builds up beneath something that i only realize now that i am peeling off my skin my surface coating tossing it alone to accumulate

but i don’t care i'm too far away

the moon waves of light lick the waxy petals and flood the forest floor

you are a violent hawk luring the weak your blades and your tools only made to hurt to dig deep into flesh

you scrape the melting skin off of the captured and stuff the bodies hastily in to your bag without another thought

a concentrated desire caught in flames spreads too easily throughout the dry brush and bark burning so bright it reflects off of the moon

delicate the children you have they yearn for something you have to take from life and from earth from the bodies and from me

their innocent minds like to scour the surroundings and see the beauty in the fire unaware of the agony that’s hidden by the blaze

slowly getting closer i have to remember that you are coming for me beneath the veil that attempts to hide you

I know it is something you must do but I will still run

is it human? the way it hardens and splinters the statue of flesh spiralled from everlasting form calcified and sore to be born of neither stone nor metal pushed to meet the edge

can one see past skeleton? to step away and pluck the strings of your cartilage finding the notes to fight the ivory bleakness of found life yet you are made from neither metal nor stone but from what

what are you made of?

An intricate mold of the fake Truth of truths And how it will break Free, but now the silence Sits in the middle Of my eyes and heart, of my brain and gut Pulling them in, a curvature Placed upon my skin to run around my neck Pinch my spine, pull it tight And let it fix itself over The pain

Thunder far away Bring it here what for I am to stay Not again and not around But the melting hot strike Cools and breaks a cage Of Wires for my wrist and To my blood Lightning like veins and stretch marks

What am I leaving if this Shall split and splinter back Impaling my limbs So I am stuck Angered To the metal transfixed around my new beginning