Dismantle again at the shore.

All the ruins and misogyny in your bones.

Tantrums come in waves in incomprehensible detailed notions; fragmenting for the selfless beauty.

Your agony embraces these hours.

The antiquity of soul lost in clocks drowns the withered…

 

Your body splashing over cold stones.

Fluorescent fish within depth dancing. Frantic to live...

 

Take the dive.

 

On nights when anonymity requires pen and invisible crown. The precious silver at the tip of mind. The shadow bleeding.

From the queen of fracture breaking the branch to stake.

I now know who drew curtains from pain. Evident theatrics. A heart full of bees. Sting and honey. Falling far from the tree. My soul of fruitful flesh.

And my expression swarming placid places.

 

Lips move, so I may say something sharp.

 

I have no idea. You have no idea.

How the curse within womb is to love then to lose. Yet you do.

You do this again and again all in one maze.

Trimmed at the hedges. Hem of complexity. Chiffon flowers clothe the fire.

Invincible sadness. The girl dies taking the dive into a woman…

 

Take the dive to live.

We are not afraid to swim.

Our fire is spread upon shore.

 

 

© Mimi Caneda Mata