hilitehead

its cruel and you have to swim
im helping you to be strong
i understand her here
dont be scared, write
sing here and leave it
so much sadness dressed in flowers
they beat him hard, harder than anything else inside that tunnel
living drenched butter deep in cravings
from the grey forest, emerge
screams of black agony from every pore
tricks taught to be the rift between mind and body
nail bed against textured cement
resented rather than understood as an intricate language
ignored, the internal and spirit
how to translate these cravings?
taught to consider that perhaps we were eating something our bodies don’t
desires that appear to be honest
opposite of what we need to heal
cravings that appear with vulnerability
for the appeasement of
a self negating cage
yearning for butter, creamy, milky, meanings unable in themselves
a swollen tongue contoured and cotton on side. burned, barbecued, seasoned with old sugar
always attached these dry salamis, stitched black meat chunks on rust
physical spiritual practiced as another button
barricade resistance but flow acceptance
carry to think strength comes from hardness
from within flexibility, to find the strength in trust

the outside remains slightly changed or not at all while
inside thinking gets crusty and flustered