I am a thousand needles
Persuaded by degrees.
Dishonesty is my tribute
To years nestled naked
Between the floorboards.
–
My visions stem
From intrusions
Of the heart.
I have come
To expect violence,
Periods of fear
In which not but dreams
Can survive.
–
If I stay “I” will perish
And “We” will rise
Hundreds of unfinished faces
There can be no space
For forgiveness,
No allowances
For your perversions
If I am to live
And I will live.
mindlovemisery 
It makes me think of Steve. He used to be a guinea pig, but got transformed into a hedgehog…. that’s angry. Could be irrelevant.
Nonsense Steve is awesome
My word, that first stanza … Girl, you are so good!
Awww thanks!
I like the realization and strength in the end. We have to live in a way that honors ourselvews and there may be people that dont understand it – or why we do what we do, or have to. But we have to live ina way that honors ourselves.
Exactly X, exactly!
Very powerful piece, to me personaly it gives a sort of weird strenght, especially reading the closing lines, it calls for joy of affirmation, joy of good acceptance I guess.
Thank you so much!
Your poetry is so dense and rich. I love it. Always a turn of phrase that slides across my neurons like a remarkable refinement of the familiar…
Michael
What a gorgeous comment thank you Michael!