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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.
ragnarok refrain
everything out for delivery –
it’s some kind of justice. the
streets are thick with locusts and
trucks, hauling, unloading,
their drivers flicking hands like horsetails and
crunch-crunch-crunching with every step.
it’s an apocalypse, alright,
and we’re all working through it,
it’s a sign of the times and
the times are ending. there’s
gotta be someone out there
not making an order.
there’s gotta be someone who
looks outside, sees the state of things,
and thinks –
I wouldn’t do it myself,
why would I make someone else?