The Black Hole

Cigarette burn holes all over my heart,

Painful numbness, shattered tenacity,

Eyes that cannot hear, reciting the parable

To the legs of ears carved in leprosy .

 

Excavating the tissues for a spring,

All dried up, dead, a phantom,

Taut like the peaks of hills against a barren lilac sky,

Breathing the air of finger scratched brain cells.

 

Watching cacti blossom as the eagle scavenges my soul,

Alienating my known from what it knew.

The leaves wither to mix with apocalyptic dust,

A blood splattered chimera.

 

I forgot why I was born.

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