Member Poem

I cry
as I take the knife
to you, my darling.

You are more
than a spew of words
hot vomited together
with heaving nonsense
and acid metaphor.

You mean more to me
than ink that flows salty
and dark from the cut I made
in my soul so I could taste it.

You are my everything
but heaven waits.
Go sing with angels
and pray with gods.

I see your possibility
but you are bound
in heavy flesh that
pins you to dirt.

I cry as I take the knife
and cut all of you away
but your wings…

...and you fly.