Tethered to the Well

I'm tethered to the well,
fall in whenever I need its pain
come out again and burn
die to remember why I'm alive.
At the bottom lives a fire
ignited by your skin and knives.
But you must surely come up
and the pressure pumps you out.
He is my muse, who's afraid of the dark
I know to be my savior.
He is afraid of being alone as I was
and I was just being myself.
No borders whenever I am.
No neatness wherever I am.
Break the world's skin
just by walking.

12-13-18