4 months
i haven't been hungry lately
and this is because i am keeping you safe
in my stomach
keeping you safe, and
inside the darkness of my gut you will make a home.
so this way if they want to take you,
they'll have to go through me first.
they'll have to slice me open.
i am so full of you that i could throw up
and all that'd come out would be
eyes & bones & teeth & tongue – all yours
and i know the acid's burning you alive
but i promise you're safe here
you're safe and they can't take you away
and i won't have to be hungry anymore i will be full of you forever
and when june comes
you won't have to move to dallas and learn new ways of wanting to die you won't leave because i won't let you
i hope God is listening i hope He is watching
the way i deliberately capitalize every G and H
i hope He is listening and watching me pass between
states of grief and quietude
as my body begins to liquefy with each passing day,
as i am wrought powerless to His divine will and
this is the thesis of my suffering:
Anything that causes this much pain
Can't be an act of God.
It is an act of false belief.
"God's way is the hardest way,"
but where did that leave His son?
hanging from the cross by his wrists.
i know how jesus felt now,
helpless against the Divine Plan,
doomed by the God of Mercy –
every time i write about God, it turns into an oxymoron.
God, I hope you're watching because
this is the thing that finally broke me.
they said it would be devil who'd do it,
but it was you, it was your will
that i should not recover from this.
my hands outstretched to you
cradling the frayed wires and bits of metal that
were once a heart, and
as hot, holy tears stream down my face
i beg you to make it better make it better make it better
but you just pat my head and say
i am a creator not a handyman.
and you laugh and feel a pleasurable sting in the ghost of your side wound.
reminds you of those old testament days, doesn't it?
92 notes
·
View notes