your eyes, a wounded bear
but ive been carrying your dead carcass
for months now
arms swinging just above my shoulders.
in the light, you see a spoonful of hands
eager for your arrival
kissing the dirt you spit on
its me, hysteria
driving you to madness.
i am the reason you keep waking up
alive in your own filth
and here you see me
kissing before its majesty
graveling in its ornery
