regulating the purple blood
under our cold months and
forgotten endings. where you started
to end and i died to breathe again.
vines growing inside me in
distracted nerve endings and velvet pink
cuts; disguised vertebrae.
babies crying with frozen
ovaries while lilies grow
besides our poisoned,
beautiful,
immature, palms.
i waited,
so i can.
i can peace in
this place.
