Monday, May 7, 2012

dropped anchor


Shot gun blast
Shattered glass
How many moments pass
Until I wake from the fog at last
 

Glistening splinters
One thousand selves
Staring blank as sky

Crackling into place
I do not sink
I'm standing
I am alive


Then blossoming
Swelling
Beautiful

Beads richer than I've ever seen
Liquid deep
Berries of blood
And I realize I'm leaking


You have called me beautiful 

Inside and out
Was this what you mean?