It’s gravity, baby
and that’s how it started —
three whispered words
under the bleachers,
thrown into orbit.
Almost as quickly,
those starburst nights
of lying thisclose
There’s a point
whether to brace
or just to surrender –
for a heartbeat or two
it feels like you’re floating,
then the ground rushes up
to show you how endings
can sound like beginnings
I won’t survive this dark night’s lunar sea.
Waves crash against the fortress of my mind.
An endless ebb and flow of misery
Has seeped into the Labyrinth I designed.
No atlas, compass, sextant can give aid
In evil vaults where stars are scared to shine.
My tears and screams, once birthed, so quickly fade—
To drown with hope beyond the high-tide line.
I’ve raced before a tempest wind so long,
My hull is breached beyond my skill to caulk.
No dawn for me, I chase a siren’s song
To straits so dire that all but monsters balk.
On feathered wings of wax at last I see—
There is no abyss but the one in me.
Two stars imprisoned
deep within her almond eyes,
joy and tragedy.