choked

pierced visions
littered with words thrown
against
cement,
like glass they shatter
and I bend
to clean the blood
from beneath
my feet

footprints left behind
show heart
a reflection of self
with
each step
and I mold moonshine
into the way
it defies
the inconsistencies
of gravity 

bones rattle
and flesh melts away
freckles
line invisibility
and I wonder if
my fingerless hands
could
trace me new

he spoke
and I listened
halfcocked to night
sky
voices like
meteor showers
telling me
not to give up blood,
hope pumping
through veins
to believe
in self

but he left me
before
I could return speech
like voices
through trees
he was
the image of truth
buried
inside my mind –
and some days
I remember
he was the one who
thought me
beautiful
even when I wasn’t 

twisting in boxes
his bones
rattle
and the blood has dried,
words cake
themselves to
the inside of my throat
and I choke
on my own heart

&n

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