perhaps there were pyramids in my eyes
and sand in my ears
when you blew across the waves
of my river,
but before everything shattered into a thousand pieces
of stained glass blood stained horror film orgasmic
destruction;
i fell in love—
guess i should be glad that you
shall never be mine
for i could never be yours
that bird cage you placed around my neck
and pedestal you gave me to sit on
weren't all to satisfying,
and i hope never to suffer them again;
because the wounds you gave me
don't belong on anyone's heart or soul—
tried to tame me and clip my wings
so i could no longer dance
in the wild,
but i am a dancer of dreams weaving the fabric
of their heart into being
i shall find a way to shatter all the nightmares
you've ever given—
one day all my light will burn
away until your darkness
is a myth tucked away in the fortress of some
ancient history book that no one can
recall well enough to remember,
and i won't remind them
lest you come back like a plague of locusts
only to haunt;
i will be the hero and seal away the pain
until nothing remains of you.
THAT BIRD CAGE YOU PLACED AROUND MY NECK
Evolution: An Anthology