it-
reaches out
the tentacles tendrils
grasping madly
all encompassing
wet ink soaked
vicious tangles of my
angry teartorn trampled-selves
my
my
egregores,
(My Aches
I'm Sorry My Babies
Wish You Never Saw The Light Of Day
Wish To Save You
Put You Back INside Me
Give Birth Better Next Time
Drugged Perfect All Out Of Mind
Dress You Sweet In Petticoats Divine
& Parade You Charismatic
Prove A Way Your Pain Will Shine
My Dismal Incarnations
In A Way I Wish I Could Hate You
Your Wailing Wakes Me
MiddleOfTheNightItWakesMe
My Acheys)
my
egregores,
my heartforms
my hurtforms:
your light's absence &
hunger for umbrage
probes deep the hot velvet
an illness embellished
your plump vines leak wrath
protrude from the gaps where
wellness checks fall flat &
endless therapy threats entrap
you in a vacuum so empty, there's plenty
of space for your fraught unlit dwellings
to grow & pulse between the cracks
from deep in the gallows
we pull on their ankles
and choke out their
"best intentions"
my valiant henchmen
our will's not for bending
my babies of vitriol
i need you to save me
i love when you quell them
such radiant shadows
no longer pretending
that you are unwelcome
your purpose is
presence