Still

Wednesday Dance

----memories mourned and purged and to die howling like an animal.
All the howls locked and let out little by little.
Sliding nails that are knives on scars, wanting to see if they would still bleed.
They bleed howls swallowed unleashed by bleeding.
All to numb, to be exhausted, to begin,
to breathe from what has locked to become an animal
raking wounds and soul open
to bleed out howls---
to have that silence---
to understand what bleeding it takes to weave wounds into words
that sing as they howl:
Eyes and mouth that howl without a sound
To see bones once more, a soul, to rip away worms from a carcass after.
Howls are not pearls---
Even swine howl
When gutted

Technical:

It stings.

To take what it takes.

To dance on a grave.

To make a fracture whole.

To smile.