The water bead slides gently
The rim of the cool glass its kingdom
Its lover, its anchor -
God, I don't know where THAT came from
I have been somnolent for too long
It feels like hours, months, years
I have been carefully setting my thoughts
Labeling my feelings, bottling my fears
The morning is pale, the morning is drawn
Broken but unbroken, no longer a virgin
Grey shot with scarlet, marked
But bright enough, unbent with cloudy burden
I stare down at him
He lies face down, he might be asleep
Like an overgrown baby, oozing
And dribbling and spilling and -
I raise the shard of glass
Spit-yellow and vein-y black red
He tore me, I tear him, tear him
Tear him, tear, man, blood, bed -
A beam of light splits the sky
And I stagger, naked, outside
Grey breaks apart, pink dissolves
The sky opens its mouth wide
I see myself everywhere
In the white blossoms tinged with scarlet
In the mud-blue veins over the ice
In the layer of grease in my hair, dry yet wet
And thus, I leave as
the sky swallows itself
The light pulls the greyness of dawn after night
Like a cloak from my shoulders - I have survived
And I walk on and on and on. Not guilty, white, right...
