it’s the kind of space that leaves you breathless
Sucked out of you.
A drained vacuum.
You are dried out yet still moving.
why, space, do you insist I still move
Ceaselessly onward, a zombified
Scuttling cockroach running from salvation, screaming at the life water.
Mind undone by beautiful venom
Brains scrambled by a jeweled beauty.
They paint my suffering like a diamond cut out of a woman’s mouth.
They drink my suffering in with the winsome coyness of a tempting coil,
Slinging you inward to pull you out.
It’s the space I sought out, but instead I got claustrophobia in my stead.
It’s the fear I tasted and redefined as dreams.
Space contents me.
Dear space, when will I find you,
Where are
You?
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I migrate toward your poetry when I have the time because I know there will be at least one line that just hits me in the best way, turns my view askew toward something profound, and sets the rest of the poem aflame with multitudinous meaning and resonance. Today it was this line: "They paint my suffering like a diamond cut out of a woman’s mouth." Thank you. Please keep writing!
Beautiful!!! Loved it!!!