My heart is an oval that encompasses my chest.
Hollow
But not empty
Full of darkness
Somehow
How long has it been this way?
Remember when it was crystal clear water reflecting light from the sun of my being?
Just yesterday
Oh I try to breathe through from bottom straight up
From top to bottom
But I forget to exhale
I forget
It gets clogged there in my heart.
Could I clean it?
Could I make it crystal again?
Using bodies
Using my body
Using other bodies to fuel my body
Is not good for my body
I must continue today
With a vat of sludge lodged in where my heart normally lives
I put my hand on it and
Oh
The tears stream
At least
They’re clean
I want them to wash my insides like they wash my face
Fall quickly
Dripping slowly
Pouring out the sludge from inside my chest and transforming it into little
sparkling drops of don’t talk to me right now
A tear is a tiny prayer of purification
A wish to let the twinkling holes of light shine thru the thick blackness of all that
trauma
Could you please give me a little space as I scrub this place clean?
