The Mind

Breath stolen by spinning disks of obsidian,

turntables hitching in midst of old voices; trapped in the moment

etched lines the mother of sweet sound,

reverberating through vast chambers of the rambling heart –

crumbling frozen spindles of the mind;

a key to ricocheting memories

thawing the long spent cries to forgive,

lost in bombardment through steel-tipped thoughts.

My Queen

Normalcy glinted between the flames

as red and orange tongues licked

tasting the sweet innocence.

.

I tried to reach across the eons

To quell my raging fears

To ignore my crying body

with tears rolling down my back

dripping in my eyes with a sting

and touching my tongue with a

burst of salt.

.

I tried to be like Normalcy,

with gleaming skin

and gleaming teeth

and gleaming eyes.

Radiating every usual thought

each truthful smile

and casual messiness.

.

I felt the transformation.

It swept away the burning heat,

and similar to a cool cloth

it rested upon my brow

soaking up the inky imperfection

with acceptance.

.

But then I felt her call.

A keening like a  mother

mourning a dead child.

My eardrums peeled,

my skin’s flaws became magnified,

and every diseased though rushed back:

the hate, the fear, the guilt.

.

Normalcy reached a hand through the burning flames,

but beside now stood a Queen.

With hair of flame,

eyes of red

and breath of smoke,

she stood –

.

My Queen.

.

Normalcy leaned closer

but my Queens breath reached me first.

Normalcy’s face was plain

and my Queens was so radiant.

.

I looked down and saw the bones

through the steamy

Queen’s breath.

.

I stepped away from Normalcy

and into the Queen’s cloak

of fiery inferno.

Watched

Our stomachs twisted

Our minds froze.

A sea of eyes found us

and our impurities.

Every blemish magnified

A tenfold of revelation

Imperfections scattered

like freckles

Each surface a tablet to be mismarked

a board to swallow scratches.

Our skin sagged.

Our eyes watered.

But darkness wasn’t our friend –

we remained conscious

through the burning shame.