Language falls from the sky,
As my eyes, fleshly opened,
After two days
Lungs full of the black weeds of time,
Strangling notes like newborns,
Their limbs leak water, like spiders out of the Sides of my mouth
Until it tenderly covers my mother’s skin,
Encrusted with layers of human ash,
Watered by tears
Fallen - Falling forever.
Sparrows line my legs
And speak the sky into my ears,
I have no time to lie in limbo,
Suckling the stale air like milkshake
Flavoured by my dreams - My nightmares
Beatific in ritualistic despair
No, my eyes roll back
To rest in the womb of the skull
Until my limbs dissolve into the dirt
Every wrinkle flattens out
Into the body of the earth.
I am a seamstress who
Stitches together the torn skies
Into the shut mouth of my father.
Lightning blooms painfully
Through the cracks in the night's surface,
Before being dragged down by god’s tears
To birth the morning into my eyes,
Heavy with our memories,
Projected into the cemetery of our skulls,
Our years seem nothing now.