How to: a guide

Worry my most secret meaning out of me.

Like a nun palming rosary beads,

Hold me like a prayer.

We split each other in half,

Tree root, apple core

Bite into my sweet center and spit out the seeds.

Parse out these aching parts

Scatter me, leave me to dry,

Let the fire in your belly burn away my bitterness.

Here, let me teach you how to love me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s