the bones in my feet have been
sucked dry of marrow-
I can't march on one inch!
so tender is this naked flesh,
so crimson in the summer
the tight iron anchors of the spine
have started to patiently sink
into an abyss
of crushed ivory and shattered silk-
pain is here,
exhaustion has reached its limit...
what fine vines of thoughtful flesh
the way in which they linger
upon violet lips and sore eyes...
though I'll never understand why
their blood has such a rusty
the time has come to let
my nails fall to the ground and bloom.
so,atom by precious atom,
I am finding my way to the primordial womb.