Mid-Termoil only Burns Bright

Mid-Termoil only Burns Bright

i swelter for sanctuary, in all place i dwell
on lips of where i hobble from my own odd clitoris swells

i know i am human
and un-normal in my faults
i know if i shall kill, then kill will find me where i haults

i have no friends, and upon my own flesh i depend
until all ends i recycle me as me knew new
do you believe me enough to quote little 'ol me too
..let's just pretend..

..

in a past vast from here, i hear
the screams of my ancestors canistered in fear
i trudge and i dip, yet only to slip
asleep as i lay my demons from grip
To say study, this nun is a sister of effort
measured, yes; but worth it as a cliff note amongst worship
or in reverse for the matter, my matter is golden
I have only ever caressed pages that hold hope owed open
with a highlighter i embrace what some call insane
yet those same paraphrases bind my fingers to my brain
from flickers and gesture, i digest the disgust in all pride
as i stand while all sits in bible study alive
awoke yet aligned
provoked but unafraid of what hides behind their lines

i carry a candle under my cloth inert of the darkness
and scar each part to revert paths in words to harness
i ink my flesh before class
in reflection off pine bed posts and timber of sorts
CUNT/SLUT/WHORE and balance my hemming upon my cords

i stumble and jolter to converse the mass of paragraph i am
when i realize if they were not so blind they could detach from what stem's

But they don't,
they stare blank "quote after quote"
Until all that wonders inside/out me is urine/ejaculate and hope..

i stand back in the pack and bleed out into my robe to the wood..
i know now if they do not believe in self gratification and death
..
..They fucking SHOULD..
..

A queen of hearts playing card falls from my book
and all i know now is there must be something i forgot