within wet walls; muse

 

~hallway pass~

here we are in between the chapter as he stands there by the window 

I’m lost within 

and write from my crypt 

because …. life’s emotions have caught me in a vise of oxymorons —it all comes back 

              if I say identity is wrapped up in all of who we are

    are we gender

are we gender? are we gender ….he says he will call later —he who took.I cannot be bitter.no.I 

embrace peace.he will not suck Demeter dry, I will not fawn;I am knight but seek no more darkness —I am the dawn to all darkness

And I kick these walls to say fuck you ….

and pace

I’ve been through so much hell you will never know 

***

….and if you dare to see me 

if you dare ….

but no

you would know that I am true ….

•••

would ~you~ dare ?

to—come into my opera?