that the world is crumbling
like the dust of my bones that
glides through the wind, sinks,
and settles into dirt
it scars my insides

a swallowed devastation
that defaces the walls of
this temple
curse the church that
chained you
break the arms that
maimed you

make love to the bruises and
kiss every trauma
caress the chasms of your wrist
split open from the
the sharp edges of your sadness



but it only grows.