writing again....

[dredpiratebunny]

she falls to the floor
gravity kinder than before
not quite floating
cushioned by what once might may have been
onion peels of skin and organs
dislocated meat somehow still beating in tune with her not-heart

there was a time when the sun lit the way
but now it is brilliant cold and fuzzy
the bread crumbs gone
stones melting
flesh decayed
abandoned by Janus she cant turn around

in these sterile woods she acts the queen
shining her teeth on overchewed fat
her knuckles rubbed raw but too frozen to bleed

there is a pulse like a fountain half on
life there, but echoing in the cavern separating her sides

the view from here cleans her out
poked by pine needles
nature’s own fakir bed
she waits dismembered for the beasts to come
she waits to learn the secret of breathing
how it is done
how she can call back her own cells again
but there they are: misguided mitochondria
there they are creeping into the dirt without her.

Comments

[bunnygoth.livejournal.com]

I love your poetry, bunny.