you ever notice how a tree
can witness the same death twice?
once when the body drops
again
every time someone lies and calls it livin
blue skies today
fuckin rude
bright
like it thought I’d be grateful
like it didn’t know
I already peeled my skin off
tryin to feel
and came up empty
I didn’t ask for hope
didn’t ask for goddamn light
just a place to fall
where no one would catch me
the whole world reeks
I pissed on it
when it offered me a shoulder to lean on
marked it like a fuckin grave
then sprayed it with my cologne
just to prove I existed once
now it smells like memory and ammonia
good
gives the cops somethin to smell
when they find my body
the mirror says
I’m still here
I say
fuck the mirror
it’s just a sheet of glass
that’s easy to break
they told me
grief would soften
that I’d come back round
but guess what
so does rot
and I’ve been fermentin in the dark
for so fuckin long
b/c that’s the cure
right?
there’s a tree outside wrapped in lights
like it’s some majestic spectacle
like it didn’t just hear me
promise not to try again
you said
I could call
I did
you didn’t answer
knew you wouldn’t
not when you already have
to deal with me later
so I talked to the tree
told it I’m done askin
told it I’m comin
with rope or reason
maybe a bit of both
or whichever one I grab first
and this time
it better not just fuckin stand there
Powerfully Authentic, Ambjr. This write has teeth my friend. Incredible work. Appreciate you.
Damian
thanks Damian