what’s it like? ( lip curl )
to cry into your void–

a landscape of whispered nothings,
a stillness, dark. alloyed.

i know your truth, soulful pain–
and i waver with empathy and sadness,

but nourished roots dig deeper,
and sway me from your madness.

i’m still soothing burns,
and stings / and cuts / and lashes,

your sadistic delight in hurt
thoughts lit– invasive flashes.

hollow, fragile thrones,
built from dependent tears, conditions,

shaken that indoctrination,
now dismantled, decommissioned.

and it apexed into a sickening purge–
five in succession, to be exact.

that told me you are poison,
nothing to be left intact.

what’s it like to see,
my black shark steady eyes on thee,

but emanate fire, warmth and love,
to those that honor all of me.

dissonance, anger and pain, i imagine,
wrapped in your delusion,

i know you know what you did–
stop false innocence– cloying confusion

so i write this for all of me,
an obituary of triumph– from your inhumanity,

and now know that i’ve become,
my own, my self, most definitely.

a being that would’ve protected,
all of little me.

all of little me.
completely and
infinitely