​The Fool

I’ve sat at the table with angels

Who sat and poured my sins and sorrows

into cups, taking turns

sipping

and spitting it back in my face

Because they could.

“Silly little clown.”

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

‘Hand-me-down’ doll,

Worn down to shreds

From being picked up,

played with,

and discarded;

Ripped apart by the hands of false prophets

(( Only worth heaven when you float on clouds.. ))

If I continue to survive,

when I die,

if I have to choose between the fire or the sky,

give me the space in between,

the space that binds.

I’ll spend eternity building homes,

and highways

A HAVEN

for all the imperfect souls like and unlike mine.