she feeds her own fiction
firm thoughts loosen their roots
disowning the dirt
the debris of change
chapters chiselled out of undertow and myth
her mind tilled
and spilled into a scar filled river
Styx, her corridors
collide in your water
she's your daughter
dancing on the welds
and bolt holes of balance
tear those womblike walls
let her break
the banks of her own self loathing
drained
by the demolishing of love
a stray
earth
current
conducts the wake
of her imagination
time
on it’s tip toes
tired of belonging
1 comment:
you move so fluidly from one abstract to the next allowing us to determine where on breaks and another begins...your daughter
dancing on the welds
and bolt holes of balance...is def a fav line...
Post a Comment