Hush

Mmm hush now,

look,

Im sorry, I never

tried to feign perfection,

like a snake

shakes free from wrongful

words spoken,

images born through

misunderstanding,

what could I do?

Nothing, really.

Must just drag one foot

in front of the other,

somewhere,

any fucking moment I could grasp,

beg to see redemption in the eyes

of the gods and

angels

before me.

Ugh,

I felt filthy,

couldnt wriggle away

from this feeling of ugly,

put on me from round me

and even through

myself,

echoes of demons

caved me in again

on myself,

Im so sorry,

truly,

I am.

But I pull away

so as not to burden

you

further.

And yet,

weep lonely,

which Im sure works wonders on YOUR skin

 but leaves me

in ashes,

barely breathing,

but for writing and a small whisper to get up again

from some little piece of my head.

The painted

white chorus

circus horses

dance round

with much

drinking and laughter,

I clawed at the ground

to be moved,

felt,

heard,

freed from my scars,

for one Breath’s width of time,

at least.

Amen.