
let it flow,
let it flow,
~
black water under brick,
black breath under stone.
~
sit where the lamp hums low,
where the wall sweats paint,
where the house leans closer
to hear you breathing.
~
let it flow.
~
keep your pale feet
above the water.
~
do not fall.
do not pray.
feel the cold rise
through the soles.
~
let it carry moon,
oil,
leaf,
bone-white light
broken small.
~
let it flow.
~
hear the city behind you
settle in its rot.
~
hear pipes knock,
glass loosen,
plaster soften,
doors swell shut.
~
stay here,
work here,
sleep here,
disappear.
~
beautiful thing.
~
let it flow.
~
ask what remains
when the body is done
performing.
~
draw your face
from the water,
~
the one you spent
all night avoiding,
~
wet with light,
cold on skin.
~
let it flow,
let it flow.
~
stand up.
~
let the knees hurt.
let the hands shake.
~
take the shame.
take the hunger.
take the heart,
blood flowing.
~
go home
as you are.
~
let it flow.
let it flow.
let it flow.
.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
I am many women. I am Iris.
Polite. Sane. Restrained.
Wrong door.
3 am. Sex under the fingernails. Dead things twitching in the good china.
Your inner beauty. Hold still.
I’ll see what comes off.
Sometimes tender.
Read on.
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