Into Dust

Can you give yourself the space to heal

to be

to feel.

Deep, intoxicating feelings that threaten to consume you

Body, mind and soul.

To eat you whole.

Space to cry

or die.

Call me weak?

To feel?

To gaze upon an open wound with hungry eyes.

Tell me, sir,

WHAT STRENGTH LIES

in feeling nothing

?

Yes

through the abyss,

a strength so fierce

she shakes already shattered pieces,

Into DUST.

She comes in dreams

or prowls the jagged edge of broken seams.

Peering in

Her eyes like slits,

ablaze.

Then wide and wet.

She sees.

Observing pain as a portal into deeper worlds.

Pure, unfiltered

savage

love.

Tell me where

stumbling in the dark,

you tripped and lost your way?

TELL ME, SIR

What strength lies,

In feeling nothing

?

I recede.

She shows me

where to go.

Authenticity like no other.

In life.

As death.

Takes over.