coffin throat

Oct 28, 2006 09:18

Silence is death
i hold my breath
speaking has lost all meaning
feelings spin-careening
and i haunt myself
with bleeding lungs wrapped in bandages
and eyes pierced from inside
my heart's in fetal position
i sink into the burnt ashes
of starved passion
my sun eclipsed
by the shade of the pervading moon--
and i grieve.

The ghost of self-hate comes
running through the abandooned door of my
coffin throat
just as love slips out the gaping
gashes of my

hard to reach,
apple-eager
sweet-hungry

cloud-combusting
where does the heart go
solitary

soul.

~~~~a poem I wrote a few weeks ago when i was very sad, very frustrated with myself, and quite utterly alone. i was helpless to speak, refusing inviting arms, and afraid of trusting. i had forgotten the love i had reclaimed for myself with the refusal to own my expressions creatively, spontaneously, and willfully without social constraints, and self-limiting inhibitions. i had forgotten my right to speak, my worthiness of love, my thirst for water. my mouth is the most underrated system in my body...
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