this is my reprieve. consider this an act of sacrilege; my once doleful and demure disposition thrown to flames. my cheeks are ruddy with verve, lines quiver around my hot mouth. i’m the milieu of warm flesh; coming back to life is sweetly grotesque. the mundane is sacrosanct, i too am unfamiliar.
i was relegated to an intimation of myself once
it occurred quietly and without trepidation
stumbling along the entrails of shadows
meandering and feigning light
a peeled, prodded nesting doll
layers defiled in jest
you indignant debaser
i know the consequences of my tenacious personhood
and now i only speak through the verities of awareness
i only understand what is valuable
so,,
i’m a million miles away, you’ll find me in the ethers. and when you decide to call my name into the star laden abyss, let silence ring.