Throwing Words at the Breaking Point

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In deciding with whom to conduct myself, I have once again fallen upon myself. You will excuse this for I am the only one who knows me from the ground up. My parents were there, of course, from seed to sowing to bloom to full grown plant. Though, they now have a perspective at once invested and divergent. So, their joint POV cannot provide the final word.
That leads me here: back again, upon myself, like a songwriter digging and dipping her pen into her own heart—deep and bloody with cellular truth. There is a hole in my life, and I will climb in to plug it up. Heating it up—The Positive Nothing—from within my solar furnace, hydrogen to helium depleting. And in depleting ending all starting over, ending all starting over.
You will call it failure, but to carry on makes no sense. It doesn’t make any sense, in any language, in any form. Ending this emptiness is the best way forward. Upon myself I will fall. Rainfall. Downfall. Reavers fall on lonely space crawlers, at the edges of our control, in fictitious mirror worlds on big, sliver screens and reflective flat panels, so too shall I devour my empty haul and the travelers living there.

Scar my skin with scrap metal
careening around the egg-
ing you on over railing’s crash.
It’s loud in the impact zone,
sudden with nerve shock-
ing you out of habitual emotion,
too scared to be sad,
too bloody to be depressed.
Glass fragments, hard and clear,
piercing life fragments, soft and fuzzy.
You will always die; remember, all must
fall to rise blistered and focused body
blows them to the crest and over the white
break of blood water at sea and beyond.
Malcontent, the brood of truest lover’s
lust ejaculations his, hers we float the tides,
our bodies waves in sub sub sub subatomic
particles none can detail so the job is done.
Job is never done.

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5 thoughts on “Throwing Words at the Breaking Point

  1. “deep and bloody with cellular truth” Amazing line. This poem reaches in grabs my heart and crushes it, while simultaneously kicking me in the gut. It’s gorgeous but devastating

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