Revelation 23
Revelation 23 poem by Mick Tomlinson Difficult to go back and retrace the hurt that lead me here, though I try, through toxic inhales and half a breath, I try. And the monster that escapes my mouth in the form of regressed anger pretends to be an exhale, one after another, moment after aching moment. My belly leads me through life, meals perfectly suited to go down and take no pleasure in the fat parts of my body. I find comfort in the taste of excess, and in the rich delight of dessert in golden inches that finds its way inside me every time. But that's not it, this isn't where it begins and ends.. oh no, there is so much more. You didn't just loosen my spirit, you devoured it whole, like a snake swallowing its neighbor. And I am now swelling inside you just as you were once in me, a bulbous cancerous turning you to tears, I hope. When trying to comprehend, I think about the sun exploding: a supernova jacking the space around it, unexpectedly fuckin