A Map of Veins

A mind dripping pus and inflammation
miswired and gnawed into pieces.
Tainted by grotesque lust -
if I am so pure and wise and sweet,
why can`t you meet my eyes?

Reaching for a flesh vessel,
a map of veins to guide me home.
But all I found was smoke and mirrors.
Blue gaslight, burning in it`s coldness and lies.

I found children, gotten lost on their way to adulthood.
I drowned to show them the way, to see them leave when it became
too close, too safe, too visible.
But it`s ok, they always left me one new piece,
more medicine to whisper in your cracks.

I embrace you with my loose ligaments, with
my nerves frizzling from bright noises and screeching colors.
Love, they say, is celebrated for its resilience.

- Lenni Alen

 Inspired by and the first and last lines loaned from the awesome Vanessa Rochelle Lewis/Jezebel Delilah X!