water substituteA Poem by Devin
i don’t step into the bath
the water hot as sin the literal scorch filling the bones that make me up that, without this day, would have cracked and hollowed out from the ache and cold no the heat the cold so cold it’s hot of and from being alone but my legs are filling up with the red the pink and the thick white that fills your head with clouds and i feel as though i could catch fire and still be alright i could still breathe underwater under fire but it’s filling it’s rising it’s as if the dark parts of me are being boiled and it’s heaven it’s blushing skin it’s igneous release and it’s white it’s white. i would have thought it would be numb like a bitter evergreen fever but it’s everything and it’s everything i needed to feel my arms are the reddest they’ve been and it’s surreal. © 2019 Devin |
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