I
hacking away
with a blunt, bruised ax.
(the wall is seemingly indestructable)
crumbling at the edges,
teasingly.
but the view beyond is
still illusive.
II
thawing is a painful feeling. my face burns,
color buzzing in my blood,
rhythmically, water rolls down my back.
another scab opened.
stripped of my own skin,
i grasp on to my stoic nature.
now i want to fall,
crumble at the edges.
an obsidian sickle follows me around.
hovers over me.
but as soon as i look up,
i’m forced to freeze again.
III
you.
fuck you.
after all this time, you still cradle me, restraining my kicking legs?
you pick the icy shards out of my hair,
wrap me in a blanket.
just like that, you bulldoze me.
you say you would let me crumble at the edges.
i laugh and nod.
but it’s only when you pick up
my pieces.
that i really start to surrender.
pick up the ax,
and maybe the edges will
cave.
Breaking Barriers: The Destruction of My Wall
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grapefruit sacrifice
cut in half in a ceramic bowl, the edge of the spoon carves out the meat from the middle, sawing at the membrane that encases the pulp.
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Confession
the contents of the atlantic
are tucked behind my ear.
the other isles have oozed into my hair
parasitcally working their way down my throat
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Instructions on How To Lie
Disregard the misconceptions of hostility in the act of lying. It is just a mechanism brought to us first by Darwin. A bird nips at the soil, her beak raw from the tragic repetition of giving and giving.
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