::crawls to you .. whispers::
"it's time to let go"
loosen this rope, step off this chair
-time- to drop the lie
:as my garments fall to touch my toes
shrouding them with ruffles and lace
placing my naked knees in disgrace:
"-i t.r.i.e.d- to hide my face"
in the burial ground of my palms
which, have waited
to witness my skin
...
..
.
C R A S H I N G
against still waves of pavement
releasing the scent of your selfish arms
the reaper encircling the remains of me
that "n.e.v.e.r B E L O N G E D to thee"
nor thou to me
neither did these secrets called clothe
that leave me naked .. exposed
-without them- n.o.t.h.i.n.g to hold
but my visibly barren skin
which i can peel away without the hindrance
of your honeyed flesh caging mine
all the sweetness you dote
contains only the bitter taste of milk spoiled
your due date has come and gone
you've e.x.p.i.r.e.d -i cant weep-
n o
"i cant e.v.e.n shed a tear"
over spilled milk
-simply- sit back and watch
as it
.'drip'
..'drops'
.'drip'
..'drops'
to the floor
reacquainting with my feet
just as bare in its ruthless destination
-V I O L A T I N G me-
its obtrusive invasion against my skin
m.o.c.k.i.n.g my hearts death with a splatter
-cold .. s.o. .. v.e.r.y .. cold-
like deaths fingers creeping 'round my neck
beckoning my breath
tentatively to escape
yet .. so wet .. so white
a river of dying angels growing
at my feet
ive spilled heaven so carelessly
in the rapture
of forsaking its embrace
n o w
d.r..i...p....p.....i......n.......g
into puddles of expired innocence
"No longer" shall i walk in this tragic river of love
merely "attempt to" find satisfaction
in this false breath "keep"ing "this dying corpse alive"
"Im falling" onto weak knees
even weaker hands
dirty .. filled with unforgiving Sand
that of time
which i broke, the hour-glass
now
-only glass-
::shattered to pieces like stars upon my face:
my hands
my saviors
stuffed these grains of time
d.e.e.p into my dried abandoned lips
-where it belonged-
where senseless prayers could no longer be inhaled
:coughing up granulets of sand
instead of blood
through cracked red rimmed eyes
that could no longer cry
without hope to try:
"death awaits me now"
with open hands and arms
that neither light nor night
could ever hold
but which finally taught me h o w
to let go
-As I Lay Dying-
releasing my final breath, my final lie
perched on the arms
of an angel made of stone
that could not weep or moan
for me
as i
"i'm sorry"
My death
it held me so still
cradled in its wordless embrace
Silence echoing more truths
than sound ever had
- i Smiled -
:Even though my lips had not moved
Would n.e.v.e.r move again:
-i knew-
:as silence spoke:
I had -finally- let go
