Resurgam

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...