Under the Knife
FEB 28, 2025
Realm sleep me to bed
I see the echo in my head, etching its way through
fingertips, hands that soak deep
into the layers of my head, my brain, my mind.
Hands that sink deeper into my skin, my body
layers that meet each other, souls
rocks turning over, lead becomes gold.
I see the ocean that you speak of, I swim there
my daily ride from sanity to insanity, insatiable
the hunger that fills my body whole, the thirst that is quenched
by the waters of the sublime.
I know myself, I know how to ride.
The spider that limbs
crawl up my wall
under my skin, dig knives.
Deeper please, I want to feel the blade.
Let me move
under the knife
I remember.
