His for keeps

A poem by Sean Kathryn Bratton

On a rainy day, it takes every ounce of me not to levitate to space

Was I foolish for trying. Was this the equivalent to dying

Take my pen. Write me down. Count me in. Despite it all, I feel you more than I did back then

Escape to where, you’re in me like a pill I swallow. Projectile everywhere

The pain runs deep. Deeper than my mind wanders. Deep enough to keep

Love drowns, is it poison. Burning in all your cuts, I’m sorry you’re chosen

Body soaked, dying to crawl out. Dying to roam, dying to let out

No longer in a rush, a rush to where. Four corners, underground in a forever lair

It’s seven in the morning as I write this. My lips are chapped, my tea is piping

I woke up on the other side, yet again. I don’t know what happened in my dream last night, but I can pretend

I woke up feeling better than I remember. I woke up questioning who I was during that December

I woke up feeling lighter than before. I woke up feeling sensations I can’t ignore

What ever happened to me while I lay asleep. God took my soul, His for keeps