drinking dust

is devastation at your request?
where are you running to?
why are you running from privilege
into a hole that will consume?

it is still raining outside
you will need your cover
but this moment of soiled affection
will pull you asunder

do not be deaf to the little minds
for they have bigger hearts
leaving in the name of love
only leaves yours in parts

"where are you going, this is your home"
for you, there is no wiser word
there is no sharper tongue
but you would rather take the wounds first

so do not run, do not walk, do not tread
do not think that this moment is free
for freedom is not in your golden calf
it is hidden in a bloody tree

that held a hope of solidity and not snare
that calls you to bow your head
that calls you to die to yourself
but not lie in her bed