Still Living No. 2

When we were twins We were the same We built a bridge I was beside you I was inside you We were the same When I had tools of sight You gave me broken things to see We tangled Now I’m full when I want to be empty My sight seeing, looking back at me My sight, speaking Visions reflecting visions to infinity Shared sight Scattered and gathered Tucked in place Composed like a nest Comforting, the touch Ignore the red (for me, please) That pushes at the edge I’m busy finding insane beauty We’re not the same But all the same You know me as yourself You can see my heart beat In a still photograph Hold it (please) With delicate touch Preserved for when I emerge from black waters I will do the...View all