i woke up in the sand and saw the burning hills
of burial mounds, smell of children’s hair in flames
over the sunken horizon
i stood here in the ashes of broken cavities
almost beaming
too hollow
to need
to be call greedy for crumbs
crumbs of twisted lies
a feast with hidden razors to sharpen my tongue,
dried saliva hanging
doe eyes ignite, sparkle dot inside a dead tunnel
as i hold a never-ending grieving heart
pounding like mother beside my eardrums
ignoring the spirals from all the forever blind eyes
