Poem Two

For each and every one of us who had or have battles that feel like a lifetime – keep striving.

Let the claws
tap on your wine-stained chest
pry through your turbulent insides
flick off your bones like twigs
and reach for daylight
drag the heat and aim at you
scorch your skin
like an overexcited combustion
ask you to die, die, die
pull and strain,
wringing your importance out
like a wet cloth
until you collapse into a black hole
out of touch, out of sight
but someone or something out there
with an old-school telescope
and a special eye
will catch your dying, pulsing radiation
and come to you
like a long lost childhood memento
wrap your wounds in stardust,
pump consistency and truth
into your bloodstreams
until you are surrounded by
billions of stars and planets
and become a whole planetary system
you were always meant to be

- J

J is a number cruncher with a cat-dog like personality. She thinks about having a restart button to life, but really she's just shuffling though new paths. Eating cold pizza with a good night sky view is her salvation.