Steam fills the room
Doors shut, headphones in
I’m not a danger to anyone but tomorrow
The things I ignore tonight
And the words I ignite today
Giving life to the recreation
Spitting fire into the chasm
What comes out? Demons run in fear
Angel swinging sword marvelous
Slice the head clean from the bone
Welcome to the my blackness
It’s ragged, traumatized, and waiting
Tired of it
Waiting
Watching it take root, overwatering it
Crying when it dies, trying again
Each leaf is a promise, every day
Is a hope that I could grow
The abuse wreaks like mulch
But the environment found me worthy
So I grow, and though the world
Won’t see me to the end, and distaste the fruit
My oxygen leaves indelible mark
You consume me without thought
Touch me without consent
And love me
Without uttering a semblance of name
