my writing on bedroom walls

our initials carved in the skin of a tree

use your arms to pull me closer to

the heart of my anger

into the embrace of a field of thorns with

mud covering my eyes but still

holding them

because i still need control.

the sight of you

the sight of

destruction

i haven’t forgotten the pain

unfolding the blossom of a rose the petals

fleeing the corpse of a petunia

there would be no destruction if there was no me

among the breeze i am

nothing if not the sound in between branches the sound

between gasps amidst the

orchestra of nature you wonder how

i rival the land / i am nature.