ripped healing

ripped blades and

cursing tongues screaming 

for a burden to be held on to;

become the watching of
everything we let slide
beneath the lit waterfalls
of a mimicked moon
of unsweetened honey
moonhoney
honeymood;
lets call a name
a past.

i am a dreamer without spaces
boundaries and reasons to stomp
my heals.
i am fortune i am grace
and the neglectful burgundy
blood in between

i am up side down
and iv'e felt you
in my gone
gravity