Cold blooded waters
crawling up the crust of broken glass,
river stripped of its insides
with every weak w h o o s h
that crashes over frozen grounds.
my boots anchored on a poorly shaped circle
with my heels digging the rocky surface and
I watch
breath like dragon sparks to
flames flirting with the limbs of a dead pine
smoke swirling up the
winter exhale, vicious beast
biting bones,
dragging a heavy hush
hammered
into malleus to cochlea to gray matter,
mind mangled
by the throbbing
thump thump thump thump
shrieking inside my head
like starving wolves with their piercing cries
and i wait
i wait for
their teeth to sink into my body and
bare it of its skin,
saving nothing but the scars and grill,
grill until smoked and tender.
i wait
i wait for
their jaws to chew my words, spit the ink and
leave to simmer while
their claws rip my thoughts into shreds
to sprinkle and singe.
voila!
trauma au gratin.
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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You, Creative One, have the "WOW" factor of expression. It's effortless and infuses naturally permeating your work. It is a honour and privilege to read it. Thank you!