I trace your face
Make shapes
Make shift emotions
Rolling in sheets in insecurities
You’re all I want to see
But I see
Satan
Sorcery
Calling me
Barely
Call it
An apology
When I say sorry
God, you know what I mean
You created me
Tears so long,
I call it a lake for lovers.
Cries so loud,
Wolves at a new moon.
Echoes through mountains,
Voices heard,
But never found,
Only sounds.
Face to face with Satan,
Just when I thought I’d escaped.
Tell my mind it doesn’t matter,
Body ends on a platter.
The sea sinks into itself,
Ocean waves divide into lanes.
Thinking of ways to stay sane.
I now only know me through memory,
Faded but I call it therapy
Jaded in clinging to sanity.