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When, Not If
when words fail the
fingers grasp at links spilling
through the caulfat, when
words fail the body vibrates so
intensely it makes a noise, when
words fail the darkness spills out like
a vampire’s candle, when words
fail i can see only eyes, I am only eyes,
when words fail the world
is bastard-born and honest, when
words fail we
resort to other methods.
childhood trauma
i saw an angel drinking
blood and smoking
flesh, i saw an angel
in the forest it looked
at me
it saw me it
heaved the noose and
sipped and
stoked the flame its
eyes were fury its
eyes were calm;
it called in voices
elsewise human it
called in ancestral tongues it
looked at me, like me, it
was me, it
became something
greater than me;
it shamed me with
how much i could become
yet would not.
of a heart
the many chambers form
a cavern, raw and bloodied, there
is room for me inside:
i swear,
there is room.