Destroyer
Sorry.
There is somewhere a body of a boy made of clay.
His ma, she made him.
And is that not every
One. Of us.
Sorry wait. Some
Where the metaphor of a mother’s hands holding breath – shaping consciously the unconscious. Is true.
As true as the first muddied haaaaaaa
through the darkness of earth,
her hands are turning memory into a weighted pillow- a body. Any body knows wet hands slip into their own pleasure
haaaaaaaa
Sorry.
The man decides he must own something of what she makes. But he doesn’t know in every haaaa I am getting closer to the hands that made me I am trying to hold my head ma
Look
The man he found me wet muddled, and being,
And couldn’t stand that I never came out of a violent darkness that I never tore through you enough to be blamed for your hurt ma he
Wants to hurt me for the hurt he put you in – off
Look I’m sitting here
Sorry ma my crown is at your feet.
There is somewhere a body of a boy made of clay.
His ma, she made him.
And is that not every
One. Of us.
Sorry wait. Some
Where the metaphor of a mother’s hands holding breath – shaping consciously the unconscious. Is true.
As true as the first muddied haaaaaaa
through the darkness of earth,
her hands are turning memory into a weighted pillow- a body. Any body knows wet hands slip into their own pleasure
haaaaaaaa
Sorry.
The man decides he must own something of what she makes. But he doesn’t know in every haaaa I am getting closer to the hands that made me I am trying to hold my head ma
Look
The man he found me wet muddled, and being,
And couldn’t stand that I never came out of a violent darkness that I never tore through you enough to be blamed for your hurt ma he
Wants to hurt me for the hurt he put you in – off
Look I’m sitting here
Sorry ma my crown is at your feet.
It
is touching your toes
Are shrieking your hands are cracking your forehead is being licked by the sincere hope that maybe
he has not hurt you
this bad that maybe
he would not hurt you again
maybe he will not lie when he promises the hurt is you imagining he hurt you
he has never hurt you
he thought you wanted to believe he never hurt you
so why can’t you
you do
how can you?
He hurt you before and after he broke you in two
In that I mean ma
He broke into
you
He broke and the splinters got lodged somewhere in my body when you shaped me I was born with the scars of that fear I am scared my sandcastle body may burn for you and unknowingly become him
If I become him I will not hurt you but I might hurt a someone else I might one day cut into something worthwhile and I might realise they are you and I am him and then what will I be but the man who cut me in two
He tries finding another head and it has a nose that can smell how much has changed. After. now
it cannot be before after
Are shrieking your hands are cracking your forehead is being licked by the sincere hope that maybe
he has not hurt you
this bad that maybe
he would not hurt you again
maybe he will not lie when he promises the hurt is you imagining he hurt you
he has never hurt you
he thought you wanted to believe he never hurt you
so why can’t you
you do
how can you?
He hurt you before and after he broke you in two
In that I mean ma
He broke into
you
He broke and the splinters got lodged somewhere in my body when you shaped me I was born with the scars of that fear I am scared my sandcastle body may burn for you and unknowingly become him
If I become him I will not hurt you but I might hurt a someone else I might one day cut into something worthwhile and I might realise they are you and I am him and then what will I be but the man who cut me in two
He tries finding another head and it has a nose that can smell how much has changed. After. now
it cannot be before after
my
ears are bigger than my mouth so pray
because there is nothing I have not heard even without utterances, I can hear them even without-
within the haaaaaaaa
sorry? To this new body? How can that be what shapes me – just because he made me an apology to you for you
you accept me but why ma now how do I stop becoming one –
there is no reclamation when I never know what to claim in the first place – I do not know the name of the grains of dirt you helped call ours so I will call home where your small feet are aching to kick – are waiting to stop
at tell me where I will try and build something for you
sorry it is not yet ready
I am still trying to get used to this elephant of a head on this mortal molar of a body
it is all grinding in itself trying to go back to
to go back- no – sorry
that would mean I am -
becoming the ‘what I never want someone else to go through’ how do I look elsewhere
how do I look past my ears
help me fly ma
where do I look up from my nose
it’s never bled – I lie
it has…
because there is nothing I have not heard even without utterances, I can hear them even without-
within the haaaaaaaa
sorry? To this new body? How can that be what shapes me – just because he made me an apology to you for you
you accept me but why ma now how do I stop becoming one –
there is no reclamation when I never know what to claim in the first place – I do not know the name of the grains of dirt you helped call ours so I will call home where your small feet are aching to kick – are waiting to stop
at tell me where I will try and build something for you
sorry it is not yet ready
I am still trying to get used to this elephant of a head on this mortal molar of a body
it is all grinding in itself trying to go back to
to go back- no – sorry
that would mean I am -
becoming the ‘what I never want someone else to go through’ how do I look elsewhere
how do I look past my ears
help me fly ma
where do I look up from my nose
it’s never bled – I lie
it has…
