I speak to my core
When did you grow a non threatened throat?? I ask
I hear the words you push together
Ain’t those words your heart my friend
I squeeze my ears down your insides
I hear so many noises but it’s far more quitter than before
All those demons they keep throwing my heart to bounce
I can only melt them away in the presence of those eyes
I can forget the feeling of their claws down my skin
Only when I see your two front teeth alive
“I was born a spiritual mess”
Inspiring to many, soap slipping to some
And pure more to few..
I cannot function when you say you see the real me because nobody ever did
I speak to core, why are you growing teeth for those eyes?
So delegate, warm and tender
I scream “open your eyes wider”
Ain’t my core a piece of heaven?
You say you even see more than I want you to see
And I hear the words you push together
Daffodils, sugar and honey muffins
They taste..
I hear the words I push together
Red swords, blood and screams
Screams.. “make me feel safe”
Squeeze my core between your palms
Where warmth and protections might find me
And may all those demons finally bounce me no more
And all these wounds plant shimmering leaves
And I rest my core on you
And I hide it
“Make me feel safe”