my chest cracks open
breast bone splinters
poltergeist pulses
from the ruby
in the centre of its cage
shatters –
a million shards of me
explode
droplets flicker
to the floor
pain rains from me
blood red rivers run
reflecting the moons majesty
the irony,
my incapable innards on display
not worthy of its shimmer
from the skies
i salute its beauty with screams
chin tilted to the clouds
bellowing excruciation,
the emaciation of my spirit
and i cry
and i sob
i shake
and i roar
i’m carried in the echoes
of the storm
and no one hears
a thing…
