Scorpion Butterfly

My body spun a cocoon for my brain

I sat there in decay, withering...

Death was just about the only mist

Cold air under the sun ripped from my chi;

I call it, the dusting of the Double Helix 

Troubled Healing,

Heeling at the dark and draped in doubt

I was trying too hard...

 And...

I was too hard...

I was two parts.

"Dichotomy ", I said.

"A gem-of-a-Gemini" like a gavel that had straight up

Grounded me in the gallows

And I galloped in this dream 

Womb to November 15.

A Scorpio in a tomb, wishing for wings.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

life can certainly be a double-edged blade. it took me a while to really and fully get this. it was worth the re-re-re-re-reread. but are u sure your brain in still enclosed in that cocoon? because i see great language and concept very clearly now. the duality of it all, the cradle to the grave and even the grave and the cradle being one and the same. hope the birthday was a good one.

[Emily B]

healing, trying too hard, it took me a while to get here, but these words were just right . . . you haven't lost your touch