Romance of Devices

Here alone, in a childhood bed of disfunction

I wage wars against my faces.

Like two black holes

Chasing tails,

The house remains unmoving,

No light escapes-

My body left but my light remained behind.

Projected into the universe 

Fragmented fleshbox compartments

Insides separated 

Tiny rows

Compression, fear and

Guilt 

A dirty layer of religion

Encasing my heart-

Prison triggers

Survival was a rite of passage, but the journey starts by disarming all the devices I've laid within my self.

A romance of devices 

Beckoning familiar chaos.

I no longer will allow my life to be summoned by the whims of my past or threat of future outcomes.

I've stood, stripped of all 

I have managed to love.

Those tiny moments 

When my light escapes 

The black holes.