The Sky is Violent

The sky is violent 

The sky is violent

The sky is violet

It’s raining hard now

I’ve run too far from home

It’s been 1000 years since I lost my star

And watched the moon burning down

The words for who I am 

Are all the feelings missing names 

The Trouble with a Memory

I’ve begged for just one memory

This doesn’t work anymore

Not with my kind

Ask and you shall receive

But only on my terms

I’ve found the pore through which to infiltrate 

Now you are mine but I am not yours

I never was I never will be

That’s just how it has to be

My rage has caught the floor on fire

Down goes the forest to black

Real flames but an imaginary sanctuary

I’m choking as I gasp 

Tears of fury stunt my vision

The memory was so good

Even more than if all the fairies of the world would kiss me deeply and wash me in a magic stream

A fresh red wet sweetly tart strawberry 

The best any ever tasted

My tongue is still in my mouth

Now all I’ll ever taste again is the nothing of the air and water

For which I must be grateful

Ice Bath

Lifted until my hips cracked

Cut off my arms and placed 

Them neatly on the shelf

Next to the honey and ghee

I climbed high kneed into 

The ice bath made for two

Post vaporizing in the wet sauna

Listening to the electricity

Betwixt my ears 

I can’t rise up from the drop 

Without proper aftercare 

Biting my lip for rust 

Wait for numb I’ve failed

Saying I love you so easy

So so easy

Now shut the door

The roaring in my ears 

Blue smoke flecks of white fire 

Ladle my lungs with dry dirt 

It’s too painful to say I don’t 

Too painful too too hard

Close the door

Shut out the light