Submissions by Damselinhandcuffs

He wraps his 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,    
same as it runs down the...

When mother is there, her wind rocks me to sleep  
   
Holds me however it wants    
   
The leaves fall and cover me until snow arrives    
The snow arrives and I sleep    
   
Her kiss is cold but I don't mind    
I'll take what I can get with this mother of mine    
   
And I stay asleep    
Far after winter has excused it's self    
   
I try to suffocate the moment    
   
Take it captive and feed it to the lonely hours    
   
Maybe if I could-  
The lonely would stop eating me...

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 to the intruder, "good bitch"...

My exposed skin is kissed by the morning sun      
         
Later on it will only be felt through the windows the pine trees leave for us          
         
I am grateful they leave some for us,        
That they are not as selfish as man to keep beauty captive          
         
That it leaves windows to be kissed through and nights so dark the stars feel like blushing flirts          
         
I have fallen in love too hard and too many times with the earth to say I have never despised it        
       
Never accused...

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          
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