I edit myself into new forms and frames
Until the room that contains me feels less suffocating
Under moonlight until
Unloved skin begins to feel alive.
I abandon all the hope that is left
because I know that this fire in my belly
This courage in my soul
Means more rage
Until my words care not for the truth you want to hear
But the truth I am finally ready for
I pray to the unadulterated joys that remain hidden
like a bumble bee searching for life
in the folds of a flower.