Buried myself

 

I buried myself.

A corpse beneath

my words,

a ghost between

worlds.

Dead,

but for the verse,

that still surges

right

through my heart.

I lived a walking death.

A dead man on two feet,

both of them left.

A being already confined to hell.

Hell that lives inside

my own upside-down head

and the

minds endless well.

 

I scrabbled in the dirt,

piling more

and more upon

my still warm remains.

Whole handfuls at a time.

A fine dusting to hide

the stains of mine,

until the light was

strained

through the cracks

of time.

I didn't let it speckle my skin,

or dust my bones.

I'd burnt myself

too many times

to feel that loving touch

rupture these

aching moans.

 

I let the ink flow,

embalming fluid

through my veins.

Spreading from my pores.

Smudge marks

on everything I touched,

beauty became corrupt,

as more and more

I grasped at a world that

was so far out of reach.

I tore smeared strands

from the walls that confined,

but I found words lining my mind.

Words I never knew.

Words that could be kind.

Words I never believed I'd find.

 

I scrawled them 

anywhere I could.

Fingertips scraped down

to the nub,

but I saw good

in those ink blot messages.

I saw light

and for the first time in memory

I didn't evade it.

I embraced it

like it was drifting me afloat,

a log on a sea.

I wrote

my thoughts upon that log

and let them flow free.

Now I carve new memory blocks,

from all the branched stories

to leave for all to see.

 

 

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