The Change

Deep inside anyone

A needle punctures the softest voice

Slits the wings

Cracks a part in the heart

Hammers down with the force of the world

Until they disintegrate into shreds

Finally quiet

But— the ruined pieces vibrate

They stir awake

Drag themselves close

Crawling together

Closer than ever

A tough little rock is formed

Nature scorned,

Thing is born

Shoveling itself out,

To be honest

Every single day

Just feel it — the warm light under the ground— She is not supposed to…

A monster nourished by garbage

It almost makes it more painful

More complicated

Vulnerable

Violent

Drinking in the crap and still growing big

Life’s elixir

Everything is still here

Nothing was lost

Smells like black dirt and peppermint

Still growing big

The orange sky is laughing, hysterical

Still growing big

Being ½ under and ½ out is the danger zone

Likely to be singled out and picked off in the act of a lewd contradiction

It will not carry a dead heart

It will not carry a dead heart

She will not carry a dead heart

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