granted avalanche

when we arrived 

the amulet was damaged and 

broke

the

moments erased.

the moment you get out

of that.

it has left our warped feeling of

what i should have done

could have said

when they hurt me.

because in this tap tap tap of

letters into moods swinging into

crying skins;

i excavate your, beneath me.

i rise

above you because this

this

I

is all that is.

real.

freckled, wrinkes

with a calm, coma between my breathes,

i hope you can see through my nerves.

thirty seven printed out with floral

ballerinas dancing across 

this opaque black ocean on my sky;

blades of fear and

loathing. growing veins out of

darkened yarn that crows themselves

wheeled together for our dream.

dormant buttered flies opening

their courage as the violet sunrises claim 

their empty cocoons,

filled with voided rainbows

and distant thunderstorms. 

my freckles are fading

into wrinkles are

fading into scars

are fading into porcelain 

cells 

are

floating free.

god in you

iron flavored tulips

are growing their own

understood

feathers. 

domain free

dominant in my heavy ended

sacral root.

where the crown

and manifested opal

marry and divorce in each inhale

and muted exhale. 

red doors with breaking foot skins

under the disguised cameras;

i am fortified without their

supplements. 

with you

to love your whole shaking

and falling and soak your new

wings in my, forever, tears.

i willed your fresh eyes and

lose fingertips in every

lifetime.

i get to marvel at your unpunished

willingness to sing every note

of this galaxy;

where you and i

are floating above

the new moon's

full 

black.

i am lost in your ethereal

chase of brush strokes

canvased

and washed;

painted and 

published against 

omniscient skins. 

your

peace

is an exquisite velvet shawl

of  security, divinity

around me.

you are who

i want to grow

into.

eve of etched skin

i am adorned with light

colors and peanut filled

pregnancies. of how spring felt

once the newborn eyes flipped their

noses against our fins.

i wanted you more,

now. that is your peace. 

i see me i am celebrating 

you all. i invite you to stay.

bleed no more.

the wound is healed

and remembered.

savage

slaughtered veins 

raw moss

broken branches,

still bleeding lime.

 our family lived in ruptured

shavings of neglect and

oppression. we walk with

the blisters of the lowest

to highest caste. the middle clouds

i killed the contractions as they

were waiting space on my

velvet words.

his half moon

wings are part of our

world. now. and 

always. 

biological software

through our veins we are

green and violet

at the same time our marigolds

decided to bloom.

bugs are drawn from our blood

and the gutters are clear

they are pulling a glowing

tadpole 

his back was wrapped

around his history...

against my eyes. 

defeated skins. 

i will save us.

sweetened shadow

 with shaded green who

rose through their shadows.

i will embark on your stems now

and embrace your veins into mine.

i am supreme in your direction

towards purple skies fading deeply

slowly

into an unwanted fist.

i have let go;

goodbye, fire,

hello freshly,

shredded,

skins.

war outside my skin

 plastic water dribbling down the

court of my tissues.

can i leave your presents

and pretend we left.

feathers pulled out of my back

to make your hands,

less grateful.

long, curvy, never serious

hands...

i am aware

of my cloudy eyes.

but you, 

you are hurt by their

knowledge.

pregnancy

creating a new domain

and self authentications;

only one more click before

we become an after.

we lose all our leaves. 

she fights for the growing

limbs of humanity and we keep

poisoning 

her 

green blood. blue hair.

she is pregnant again 

and we are forcing

an abortion. 

awarded

for breaking the tear in

half. for crafting paper

with soul-less poetry

and then hearing its crunching

disappointments. 

where we are holds me better than

myself. 

i am your mystery 

in 

myself. 

unsaved

begin filtering 

because loving me

means i already 

swallowed. back to spine

and chords are bleeding grief.

the loss of , depressed,

compressed,

hidden bones.

i am so full.

i ate pain.

i am going for 

our walk.

non scent

i authored your body

all over mine, mind,

and still,

you left without my

scent. eye opened up

your, no, our, portal.

i am the forgotten dried leaf

solid, moss, soil,

beneath my own courage.

but, i

stand still with my my children;

momma's roots will

never let you go.

in-depth

i have stamps from you;

they did not even fade

from the burns.

they grew harder

even though my muscles

melted.

i made space for us

through the ashes,

i conquered portioned 

dreams.

when the dust still settled

we were breaking walls with

eloping tears. filled with elephant skins,

just around the eyes.

the way he described me;

brought my bones backwards 

and the shattered are now,

purposefully stacked.

it no longer is me, you see.

i am the

lowercase i in

omniscience.