12.5.12

(the last sitting)

The land of nightmares
Has become a land of
Wisdom.
Seldom do I
Take a step back and
Hesitate for knowledge.
You give me words to swallow
And they are beautiful, yours
Truly.
But they do not
Belong in my mind,
They do not fit well with my my mental fragility.

Dissolve on my tongue
The pill i take to cope, to
Survive for I am running
Low on sugar and the days
Are salt on every open wound.
I cannot retreat, can, cannot,
Even when I want to, some body -
A hand holding mine always pushes
Me to the front of the battle.
And I am there, full center
To welcome the monsters
With a sweet mouth, and
Bewitching eyes.