Mothering/Making

Splatter-
A run.

It flows coldly
from the side.

A muscle revolts,
searing skin
under the layers.

Branding material,
salt in the wound.

The itchy sand texture
induces the
peeling of flesh
from bone.

Under the psueduo-marrow
the sharpness
persists.
Razor-blades
splitting the edges
of the tender surface.

Cold:
of blood
of spirit
of endurance
of time
of empathy

Restlessness
in sleep.

Physical evaporation
is desirable.

Collapse.

Awake.

Seething frustration
is inevitable,
failure
unavoidable.

Sticky layers peel
away, tugging at
the tiny hairs that
nestle on the flesh.

Filmy material,
gritty material,
cautiously rolled.

A feeble attempt
at preservation.
The existence of forms
becomes the
validation,
the proof,
the document
of physical duress
of endurance,
of devotion.