there is a rose garden i am cultivating beneath the lining of my skin,
a turbulent land that seethes and and foams in my sleep, the only thing that adores
my dreams of heat and earth. i am stumbling through the underbrush of
my own aches and desires. hold a flame up to these wrists of mine,
watch the forest of my body slink together like melting wax,
like two slow dancers shifting into one with feet glued to
high school gymnasium floors. his head here, her hands here, a place for every
body and every place on the body, Order order order.
he says: i would still love you if you burned it all to the ground. their bodies like
exploding stars; enmeshing and dying and Bright, my body like a
great prairie, the rumbling endless scream of earth and the silent whisper of grass that
beneath this tries to be heard. where was i? she is burning it all to the ground.
he doesn't know how to love her anymore. she was bound to end up this way.
stars can't help but burn. their bodies spill light everywhere, and the world shivers
in its heat and its fear. this earth fears itself. or so she told me.
breaths and steps and life moving on, the sounds of everything and the sounds
of the stars, and the sound of her watching the wisteria grow in my throat.
in the most elegant of disasters, the white dress is still stained red.
when i run out of bridges to burn, i'll set myself on fire. my body will understand.
this makes no sense i know,,,, but it was a vibe in the moment sooo word vomit time!! thanks for reading <3