"why?
because,
amidst the off-tope swirl
of helplessness
i found
hate.
within the blood-taste
of being used,
i found
hate.
underneath your pearl-crusted
iron heel, i--
crushed porcelain that i am
--can still hate
you."
but only for this fleeting moment:
grace ("that bitter taste!") floods my
bitter-crusted soul.
what crimes i've been forgiven!
how i've been loved!
the many gifts i've been given--
the breaths i've breathed, painlessly.
this hate--my hate for you--it ties my tongue,
it breaks my hands
and leaves me numb;
then, love
received as Earth receives her rains
reminds my heart
to live again.
June 2015
this one is pretty incomplete: basically, it looks somewhat like a poem without actually being one. that said, i don't really want to do any more work on it and i think it's just a failed idea, so i'm posting it with an eye roll to get it out of the drafts folder. deal with it, dear reader.
