sinking.

my dreams are vivid, though not entirely lucid. this morning the Carolinas sunk into the sea while i floated amongst the waves that licked at shore of my skin. then as the sea swallowed me, he tipped from the ledge of the boat in a splash of water. beneath a backlit black canvas with star-shaped punctures we sunk. but, at least, we sunk together.

sleeping monsters.

sometimes when i speak, i realize it is a hiss of a whisper; a wolf baiting a lamb to wander away from the watchful eye of a shepherd. then sometimes when i speak, there is only empathy and love. it is a dangerous balance of my humanity and the monster buried beneath it; it claws, this monster, for release. i keep it at bay by sheer will and desire to be something bigger than that. i come with only love, it comes with only pain.

keep the monster inside. keep the monster inside. keep the monster inside.

this monster keeps me sick, i cannot destroy it, merely arrest it. for now it sleeps.

pull me out alive.

she carved battlelines in red across her wrists; the skin ruptured and bloomed into something more beautiful than she could ever understand. this was the war of lovers. this was a signal of surrender tucked away into the belly of her white bathroom. but as the world blurred around her in a spin of colors and lights, she realized she had forgotten to say, "i'm sorry."

dirty palms.

I had a dream last night that left me faith-struck and rattled to my bones. God swept His heavenly hands down and carved up the surface of the earth from its roots; instead of ruptured asphalt and spider-web cracked sidewalk we had only his ethereal palms; instead of grass and dirt we had only his holy fingers. Women stomped the sidewalks as if they were catwalks, children ran, played, and skinned their knees, men stalked in slacks and italian leather shoes, and people died; the blood of gangland gods and impartial innocents painted the streets like the great flood that cleansed a sinslick world. I felt ill. Motion sickness from the quiver of His palms; He mourned and his tears swept across our new earth to wash it clean, but...

In the end, His hands were just as dirty as mine.