I am crack'd. Open to the pit
with the nub and root exposed.
I am silver pierced and punctured
with holes and protruding pieces
of rocked raw wounds rubbed open.
I am barely shattering my lungs
by inhaling the same air as you
even long after your departure.
With a bile-laced smile I pave
and fill in crack and crevices
I am more than disfigured limbs
and disillusioned heart muscle,
scraping a breath down my trachea.
More than the mess you have made.
I hold in my innards, and survive.
and disillusioned heart muscle,"
Wow, emotional. But.......so beautiful.
There's so much beauty in raw emotion, the moment when you see a human in their most vulnerable state, you see the true, unadulterated beauty of that person. Gah........your emotional poetry is just beyond beautiful, Kathryn. Even when the imagery is as stark and impactful as this. Only adds to the beautiful vision. Lovely.
I sense a darkness inside the words, much like how I tend to write.
Amazing work, hun!