It was a thousand breaths I took
To scale a shaken nook
That withered my spirit
Every nerve in me could hear it
No words
Spirituality
Not even the gods could sear it
The brokenness that transmitted through my spine
And grew
Locs wrapped around my veins like vines
It was a mangled twist
That spew curse words between these lips
Patterns
That left bruises in the seams of my hips
No one knew the dangers that formed from this riff
I’m still confused and somewhat amused by
This Trauma
I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
From
Me
I can hear it in the distance
Bleeding the sound
That can be heard miles
And miles
And miles beneath burdened ground
I can feel it
Even under a whisper
Sensations plague my senses
Without my permission
Like military transistors
And lust craves my very essence
Sad and lonely suffers my bones
Left me
Dropped
Lava
Melted
Deep
Ratchet
Between dark alleys
And ancient cobblestones
Tears heavy like bricks
Pots so deep it was hard to mix
The word fix with exist
And my inner twitch was hard to resist
Because
I
Still
Love him
His lips
Drip
Melted candle sticks
Was a bad trip
Standing beyond this cliff
Waiting for pigs to fly
And I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
Directly
From
Me