anatome [Poem]

It has come time for endings
It has come time for goodbyes
With careful, slow moves I cut myself from the tapestry
I unbraid and leave frayed edges swollen and stinging
I work despite the dull ache of my muscles
The tearing of some ephemeral skin
I weep and the salty tears sting
I crawl and my wounds scream
I gather my pieces
and cast off the limbs that refuse to come clean
Only what I can carry
heart, liver, lungs
my backbone drags behind through the dust
I am streamlined, next to nothing
The golden arrow of my spirit nearly naked, translucent
I pull dreams back in upon myself
gossamer intentions flutter
like the fragile netting of spider's webs
that have been strung to the far reaches of heaven
and will recess into the womb of my creation
to be rebuilt anew

From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade