a poem/thing for a friend, for exorcism of bad feelings
your feet are bursting, spilling lies over the ground
you claim to be stitched to
you roll naked and shivering like an ant with legs plucked by a cruel child
frying under the truth gaze
you cup your hands and squeeze a heart given freely
walked beside, walk beside
in pain and terror and confusion
understand that this is not magic designed to ice your soul, to stab you with remorse
there is no battle here except the one you engage
the sword you raise to the desert sky
there is blood on your hands and you call yourself a warrior, you style your walk and your gaze as more than this world
i don’t doubt you are connected to the earth
but your bones are hollow.
your eyes are dim.
you chase demons through baking salt and slate
of your own making.
you are a liar upon which the world turns in satisfaction of its misdeeds.
you are a liar.
you wrap your flesh with pain and push.
we are all liars we are all afraid we all hurt each other
but in this moment
i would not take your hand and lift your face to the sun
because you don’t want to see.