Tell me how to read the secrets etched like runes upon your bones
the story written in the lines of your face
the palimpsest of your hands.
Tell me the mysteries in your abyss,
those submerged in the deepest pools
dammed in your mind
locked behind doors of iron and molten nightmares.
Tell me why pretending is a drug to you,
why it caresses and intoxicates you and you bury your name and need in it.
Why you scrawl over and over again
on scraps of paper blown through the streets,
forget my scars shining like a river in the deepening light…
Forget the touch of me
that taints and burns.
Turn your heart and soul away, walk with no faltering
or else I may grab and hold on and lose us both….”
Tell me how you were made,
what dark and shadowed madman breathed over you
Did the composing hurt?
Were you brought forth in pain and
in the sweating, shuddering birthpangs of an otherworld changeling?
I want to learn your source
the very Nile you sprung from.
Tell me how to read,
Tell me how find the key
to unlock your wrapped and rusted chains
and set you free.