cannibals will eat more flesh

in a time like rain and eras when
i washed your face, erred your body,
mistakenly, with unadored wounds
flung accidentally from this
inebriated mouth— my madness
dismissed as nothing more than
insecurity unhinged to scorn you
to a distance…. have i succeeded
at inching you along, have i pushed
you out to the ends of the world,
goaded you to erase me from memory?
cannibals will eat more flesh, i’m sure,
and guilt shall always consume me

worthy

nothing comes from fear

but trembles to assemble

mocking insecurity. the

broken existence i’ve lived

outside the light— to feel

over and over again how

i am knocked down only

to be spared, revived,

brought back to life as

though a doll in need of

blown air or someone

finally worthy