spiralchant | looking into me | a poem

your breath

is an axe on my spine

*

you took me

into bed with you

into the pit with you

into the abyss

the invisible

the blind eye

*

on the lack of my skin

*

ghost cannot be buried

furniture pieces

balcony women

*

take me to bed

*

death surfaces on your face

you and I are alone in that room

*

you’d never leave that house

*

you built a lie

on top of your truths

*

what did you find in that glass

who appeared through the glass

stop looking at me

*

I misread your face

and you came closer

*

you introduced me to loneliness

*

you needed me

*

and I walked myself down into that basement

the rooms of your mind

*

all true things

are taking place

under blankets

*

she is a handful

*

and I’d beg women to save my life

but they ripped open my wounds

and told me that I wasn’t bleeding

*

the brooding boiling boisterous bodies of men

*

your eyes on me

implosion

*

I forced you out of myself

and never said goodbye

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