Once, I relayed my fear to you,
about delving too deep,
voyaging too far into my mind-
your reply? Why are you
frightened? Don't worry about it...
II.
I'm sorry if I can't react to all
situations in a rational manner...
III.
These thoughts are foul; I am
constantly unsettled by them as
they worm in between apple bites of
rotting suns...
IV.
Please, don't undermine my fears...
V.
Why can't I will the loneliness away,
sob through the blustery mirrors of
my womb and be cleansed from
the possibilities?
VI.
I could do so much. With this hand,
with this heart. Lucifer before or
after falling?
VI.
Stop! Be calm. These are just thoughts.
You won't act on them...
VII.
I'm scared to admit my fears
are gardeners who try to harvest
my crops at the most inopportune
hours. I'm scared you will draw
further away, and not close in
with flames that would never
scald my skin...
