you break me into something tangible; calloused fingers traveling over my membranes knocking me to the floor of my mind palace.
i can't ascend if my cells are imprinted with an emotion that isn't regret; while i try to separate myself from the humanity of if all and fly away with memories; a saint.
but you hit me with aching physicallity; breaking my wings in a way that's sickeningly more pleasant than god's peace.
what is ascension if not ruminating sins not yet commited; and reality is a wet wollen blanket dragging the sidewalk, as i try to avoid god's thunder on my way home from the park with you.
what are broken wings; except feather crowns for my demons,
Sep 7, 2024
you break me into something tangible;
calloused fingers traveling over my membranes
knocking me to the floor of my mind palace.
i can't ascend if my cells are imprinted with
an emotion that isn't regret; while i try
to separate myself from the humanity of if all
and fly away with memories; a saint.
but you hit me with aching physicallity;
breaking my wings in a way that's
sickeningly more pleasant than god's peace.
what is ascension if not ruminating sins not yet commited;
and reality is a wet wollen blanket dragging the sidewalk,
as i try to avoid god's thunder on my way home
from the park with you.
what are broken wings;
except feather crowns for my demons,
that echo your voice in the rain.
#gempoeting