Love lives far longer than the death of the girl.
\nThe memory in the cells you took, you gave, stay
\nstained, but moving in your body,
\na homeless part of yourself that wanders in your veins,
\nlike an epileptic cat that spins and recovers on your floor
\nfull of piss and drool, a vulnerable,
\ndeadly seraph that’s forgotten its god.
\nYes, she lives but she doesn’t remember you.
\nYou can only watch as she floats by, lips unconsciously
\nmouthing your name and caressing the flower petals
\nyou’ve thrown her that pass through her fingers.
\nFollow her and you find the nettle too thick,
\nturn into thorns and take your blood.
\nBut this blood dripping from your legs,
\nyour arms is where she lives.
\nEggs that hatch and feed from the inside,
\ngrow, mate, and release more eggs
\nuntil you are so bloated with love
\nyou can’t keep yourself from birthing
\na song, poem, dance, blog post.
\nMaybe you shave your head or find a lover in a bar,
\nmaybe you throw stones,
\nto distract yourself from the killing-contractions.
\nBut she lives in you, love, still,
\nthen out. Then out love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Love lives far longer than the death of the girl. The memory in the cells you took, you gave, stay stained, but moving in your body, a homeless part of yourself that wanders in your veins, like an epileptic cat that spins and recovers on your floor full of piss and drool, a vulnerable, deadly … Continue reading Love lives<\/span>