consumed | poem twenty two posted by imani , Thursday, November 19, 2009 at 11:25 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

slipping into
disarray,
the raw and unforgiving
war breathes
into the mouth of
a phantom known
as my veins
the night looms
in perpetual
chaos,
of things i
need to unravel,
of truths i
need to unlearn
my mistakes laugh
as it stretches
far and wide,
the rough edges
of my body
takes the naked
battle to
survive against
desolation.