My feet only skirt the breeze
Who needs roots when the soil
Is fed on shit and slivered screams.
I rummage through a contagious womb
My femininity is of no solace to me.
Those things which cannot be seen
Must be stolen if they are to be tamed.
My heart once clear, is now opaque
Dreams enter but they never retreat.
When the lights flare I slip back
Into the drain praying for the water
To wash away the evidence.
Insignificant and unsubstantiated
There is nothing more toxic
Than those lozenges of truth
Which hover for a time and then dissolve.