why not 45 lbs. Al?
more lbs, makes my heart lb.
get me out of the lb.
i am a hound, hungry. fasted. ready to feel.
i kneel. pray. worship to the drumming woman inside the ribbed cage.*
a once starving hound, brittled to ground. skin and bone. house alone.
found weight.
close my eyes to try and find that ambitious girl inside.
memories of her so sweet.
capture those that saw her as meat or a tool they could so silently beat.
a clock has been Aliced.
metamorphasized in time.
emit this pound inside.
in motion is the only reprieve.
a matter of time before she befriends the grieve.
just weight. don't wait.
so weight.
pounds.
be kind.
the unwritten *
i want to hide. i feel i've tried when i untied.
i know that's a lie.
i died.
crushed by the silent force of the starry's night black eye
or the sharpened blade that deadly stare made
into the lung
her breath falls short
but no one to call
help her breathe
survival instincts
she dials the wild
earth's rivers resuscitate
the mountain's cold air painfully force her open
it hurts - she hates it
one breath
muscles spasm
underwater
this is a healing
a regeneration
no one to help but you
and your mother
she will numb your toes with her permafrost
punch your gut with your own oar
claw your skin on her rocks
poison you with flora
prick you with surprise
yet she does this with intention
she shows you, that you can and will heal
becoming and returning
once starved.
the noises, the lies.
been called a horror with no reason why.
internally beat
i own this. my submission.
cognisant that foe nor bloody summit will cease to exist
like the salmon we either get stronger or get caught
Swim
Mate
And bloody hell CREATE.
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