poised flesh

These invulnerable thoughts drift aimlessly

i have yet to drain myself of them.

Their receding tide pulls at my heart,

tightly encompassing the small garden that resides within me.

i am quickly inundated.

Now cold bones break from under dead skin, memories have been wiped clean.

the corpse of a once pained being is left to wander

a pale afterlife

I am all gold, flowing.

though not unsinkable, my legs seep into bark.

my body engulfed in stone and dirt.

Iam all gold, flowing.

one with the earth and her jadedness.

I now lay and kiss raw ground, and relish

in this blissful wake.

Flowers lace and choke in my throat.

vines entranced by the layers of my heart,

so obliviously enthralled they become lost in themselves

The warm blood pumps and oozes around them,

in the thicket of a buried garden

pooling at the bottom of my lungs.