A gash in the sky |
The wound of belonging
knicked open clumsily
knicked open clumsily
gashed open suddenly
a gift reversed, transaction gone wrong
then the burst
head roaring outrage chest fire lava bubbles skin hot stomach
punch
knife pierce right through the eyes
I sigh
because here it is again
not overcome, not won against
not vanquished
not gone, just scabbed over
raw red, throbbing, vulnerable, waiting
to be ripped open
and I wanted to be zenner than that.