a poem a day for a year #239

the way through someone's heart of darkness
is directly through it
prick pierce point stabby motions
mind the fear
the cold
the shriveled bits
just go through it
you'll come out clean
get to the other side
pull your lushness across it
leave tracks
sew it up
like a wound
make them feel it
drag the needle down
make them take in air
like air from a hot mouth
like a surprise