exhale

the buried bones of my

walled poisoning. the one 

my heroic severed fear brewed 

in the open fire cauldron. i can

now wash it away with my 

hardened, softened, strengthened

tear water.

to the crown of my crows

to the spine of my bald

blood. i assure you;

my floating has arrived

to the soiled toes you called

backwards. 

i am a freedom

only captivated by my own

thirst for knowing.

knowing the truth

of my core and the

core of this galaxy. 

i am glad I kept you

longer than before 

the ink dried;

druid drips finally 

find their way.

afterlife

cognitive velvet branches 

curled up on my heavy 

heartbeat; forgiveness and

light blue swarm me.

i have waited with neon negligence

and drowned, rather than soak, my bones

in your calligraphy beard. 

i am warrior.

i am still. 

i am the truth.

i am the breathe of my

breathing