the tarantula above me

[petalveined]

 

the Light is a simultaneous corpse and my soul

an invisible breach

and pass the bullets like mites 

against my skin and condemn my bowels

and i feel the pulse of the tales

against my skin

and my fingers shake

trembling ; they stretch

like corals - they are skeletons

deadly carrion dancing - already dead

the angel tells me that heaven knows

heaven hears

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀do you hear me because

i can't hear myself anymore

and all my answers are false

and all my questions wrong

because the answer is in the pages

and under the pages is the red

the burning carmin - and my beater pushed away by the voge

Imploded abruptly

when THEY planted THEIR complaints

THEIR desires THEIR existences

THEIR ragged arachnoid hands

drew my blood

and the incurable torturous throbbing

(HE is the only one)

the Lord in the hollows of my loins

came for the fruit; snatched away innocence

and what was left inside of me

was just this disjointed figure

honored with the cross; 

but there was no child.