Ditch - Arc Iris

Deep in the scent of this muffled ditch

I huddle beneath the coves

In my sleep I writhe and pitch

On your name

I scratch the bones of our once love

With sharpened rocks and sharper stones

Watch as the marrow bubbles and spits

Over a flame

To untwist these vines that hold my heart

Would mean to re-evolve the parts of

You and me

And her

And what has set you free

Your tempered smile and severed skin

Are bleeding in my memory

Searing marrow burns in the night

As I beg to have you here with me

I’m gaining weight and getting stoned

But you my dear are all alone

Beneath the soil

Of this God

Forsaken earth

But who am I to disappear

On account of all my shame and fear

What good is that, what will it show

To the tinkerers above

These shackles on my shriveled wrists

Are tight and tethered to your drift so

Drift you off

To hell and back

And I will come along

Tenderly please cut me free

For I need not come along