The knowledge of you dies in my mouth
I don’t let the idea of you spread
I don’t even swallow it back
Nor spit it out
.
I breathe
.
Let my tongue relax
My thighs unclench
My jaw stretch
.
I insulted you once
Telling you that people would only know of you through my journals
Yet you don’t write your own path onto the world
You do not demand that others know of you
I still hold the power to let people know of your existence and what you did with it
But I don’t even care enough to know myself anymore
.
My eyes glaze over
My mind slipping past you
You are less interesting than my own ordinary life
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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How To Break Yourself Down
What does it take to break yourself down? // Start with the trachea, removing your voice so you cannot scream out the pain // Crack open your sternum, breaking out rib-by-rib // Choose to place them gently on the table or throw them in the dirt and hope you are holy enough for a woman to incarnate // Snap your pelvic bone into thirds, one for each leg and one for you // Drain the spinal fluid and eat the cartilage so the vertebrae rattle together and beacon foxes to feast // Make a hollow booming of you femurs // Beat the timpanis with your tibias to announce the death of your flesh and toll against your ossicles // Pop your metatarsals out, always longer than expected // Lastly, tap your fingers against your skull before you separate the proximal from the middle from the distal // Use your teeth // Now found together, skuttle amongst the crabs who will pick you clean of memory of sin and sainthood // in an animalistic life you imagined to live.
By Ariana GonBon7 months ago in Poets
Comments (3)
wow...this is a perfect slam, complete disregard
This feels like healing in real time. Love it!
I appreciate your edginess and truth here ~ good stuff!