and when i reach over to
pick up your dance from
the thin air your angry created
i will subtle your tides and confront
my enemy; my indigo turned black.
black nails scratching against
a repetitive wall where the
steal handles once seated my
salt-water tears;
now i bleed nothing reds and
i forgive each skin as it falls off-
falls free from freedom free of its'
word free from this writing
this word that i feel.
nourish my back as i breathe you
in as i breathe her out as i
welcome them here as i pronounce
their death as i open your heart
as i close my wounds as i live to die
daily as i free my daylight eyes
and close them for the first time,
into a last-time black.
blank.
empty; omniscience.
