this world can't contain me

this moment can't contain me 

although her waxy skin and 

the stale air threaten to 

make me as still as her

as stuck in this moment as she will always be

this world can't contain me

because my skin burns 

and my heart is a star 

that threatens to explode

and if i burn she's coming with me

this moment can't contain me 

but her smile and 

her hands closed together

make me want to stay and

oh this grief will be the end of me

this world can't contain me 

because she's dust now 

and she took my ashes 

with her to remind me 

that we'll be together eternally

Do you think I could destroy the stars?

"Do you think I could destroy the stars?"

"What?"

"I know I can't kill G-d but do you think I could kill the stars?"

"Why would you want to?" 

"For aligning the way they do." 

"Oh. I-"

"You've never thought about it, huh?"

"No."

"You're blessed then."

"And you're what? Cursed?"

"Yeah, with having to wonder if I can fuck with nature somehow so it stops fucking with me."  

The Ides of March

 A Dictator Is To Die- March 15, 44 BCE, Rome:

Cries echo throughout the streets 

As traitors snicker around the corners,

With blotches of blood on their robes 

And slick smiles across their faces. 

A Dictator Is To Thrive- March 15, 1938, Vienna:

Hundreds of thousands of feet 

March in place with arms raised.

Howls of hatred echo the air 

While spilled blood seeps into the soil. 

A Girl Is To Breathe- March 15, 2022, Vienna:

I walk on that same soil,

a testament to resilience. 

My breath echoes in the air,

And blood pumps throughout my body,

A beat that drowns out the horrors.  

If I Were Born A Bloodroot

if i were born a bloodroot

i'd gladly be plucked by you

i'd partake in your pursuit

to make enemies overrun with rue.

if i were born a raven

i'd sing your song of forging 

i'd sell my soul into damnation

and dance to cries of mourning. 

if i were born the earth

i'd swallow the critters and creepers

so i could forever hold your girth

and not be one with the weepers.

i am the air which you inhale

and you are the lead that tips my scale.