my body
there
dissolve into smoke
i remind myself
of how i am weakness
pale kings surrounding me and
fires that have collided
consummation
how i know how to turn fire
on and off with the bones of my mind
i find it hard to carry my gore along
with so much nightfall
i search the fallen leaves
hunting for what was buried for me
every year i
wait for dawn to undress itself
sit
my skeleton reflective
inhaling a smoked sun
in comfort
or discarded
one last time
dust formations growing over the tops of carcasses
held captive by moss preceding
sentimental
it is poinciana trees i decide to leave
my body for
leave behind all of the
mistakes i have made
all of the bruises i have caused
and i leave all of the skins
touched throughout the year
i remove their linger
from my body
impressions on wet sand
outside
as fireworks explode
i stand beside what is left
of the year
the flesh that remains
but i should know
all bodies try to heal themselves
i leave it
my body
i leave
happy new year
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