Pieces fit the puzzle or they don’t,
Maybe they belong to another one,
Or don’t belong at all, or we force them
To, into the puzzle, of our choice, we twist
And shove and deform and antagonise,
Minimise, magnify, try to exorcise, solidify.
Against the wind, I think of water.
Howling against my back where my
Pain and fear and fightlessness have been
Jammed in, I withstand and hear the voices,
Try to listen to one at a time, crunching my fists,
The bones within, freezing, the agony, in my fingertips,
Holding on to your song, and I crown myself with your
Sounds, your softness, I bathe in it, and get close to decay,
It’s not the right way in the long run, I need to let go,
I have to detense and trust that you’re there even
If I loosen up, it cannot happen against my will,
Sister, let go, sister, let go, you need to heal, you need to sleep.
Croque-Melpomene 