Wednesday, May 1, 2019

A Wild Place

Skin dissipates
the meat of me
coming to mean,
less.

I melt now
into sound
melodies
knock loose tears
wedged between heart
and a wild place.

Violin
claw out the mewling nerve
stuck in throats
that seek higher learning.
deep-tissue gorge
diamond lined
blackened dust
oozing.

Remittance to none
save the safety
of
the inane.

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