Slit The Heart

You are trying to 
seel the half-truths 
in terror. 


In the fear of- 
annihilation, you 
want to remain unborn. 


The pity of unnaming 
the pain, your body wrapped 
in tinfoil- ready to be roasted. 


The barren spirituality- 
and nudeness- 
of ecstasy.Do you think you were floating 

like a cadaver? 
Who will drink 
the arsenic now? 

The miracle. 
I am legless and I move 
swiftly to catch the words.