I Walk With It

My chalice is a zygote toilet
The stem a pipe
The base my feet
Bleeding from the inside
Seeping down in to my baby toe
One day it may rot right off
I left my sword in another life
But I’ll let you slice me with yours
Oh yes deeper until I remember
Until the handle blocks your jabbing
The blue blood flowing down
My thighs then my knees
And I’m on my feet again
Seeping down on to my baby toe
One day it may rot right off

You would never know
On my naked flesh
The colors of blood
I’ve painted myself with
His and mine both one
Under the existing armor
He loved to touch
He never gave a look
To his own metallic reflection
Still pumping through my veins
Lifelessly
Right down through my baby toe
One day it may rot right off

My hands tremor
I’m off balance
The world won’t know why
But the earth cries for me
I hear it in the garden
Where I bury things
The bottom of my feet
Still stained with the dirt
I walk everywhere with it
With my baby toe still hanging on
Beneath the beige band aid
And a rotting odor that only I smell