Submissions by Damselinhandcuffs

I dreamt of the old tear in the stitching of skin and the struggle of position again      
but wake up to no blood                                    
                                   
I can smell the sweat- but the bodies are nowhere to be seen                                    
                                   
The bastard deceived me and found not only his sweat      
but his pores into my dreams                                
                                   
He disturbed the morning with hate and killed the child in my laughter    ...

He wraps his long tree-like limbs around you    
And holds you      
     
Says you are his fruit,    
And you apologize      
     
The summer heat licks you with madness      
     
You carve into the flesh of your fruit      
To feel something and then the grateful nothing      
     
You attempt to murder the fruit on his tree      
He didn't know you were already rotting    
     
The sun is settling red    
     
You watch the blood of fruit settle down past the silhouette of mountain,      ...

It's autumn,          
I watch my face morph in the reflection of the lake that way I have something to blame when I don't recognize that face            
           
It's autumn,          
I learn he is married, and he is already undressing me            
           
Leaving what feels like my bare bones naked,        
exposed without permission to be skinned alive          
           
It's autumn,          
The tree's are lying next to me          
           
I drift off and my body stays in character, awake, obedient...

I belong to no one, to nothing      
Not even to myself          
         
To neither the sky, nor this body          
         
My feet feel like trespassers on the ground, my hands are somehow a new stranger          
         
I feel lonely in every crowd of bodies and voices          
         
Which is to say, I feel lonely in my own          
         
In this chandelier of moist bones and tendons        
         
And I wonder- when the elasticity of myself wears will I fall apart easily          
 ...