Faith
scatter my ashes among those of worshipers
the ones that would kill and die for what they believe in
they would smell the envy in my sins pollute their purity
condemn every lost particle of me roaming within them
I will like it where I am unwelcomed
familiarity embraces the cold bones with unfamiliar affection
hollow sticks inside a suite that has always rejected touch
yet my chest is burning,
begging for another to wrap around it
but I am afraid of hugging you
your chest will feel it too
I am a stray loon in a world of women
only uncertainty guides me
if there is one thing I believe in, it is doubt
tell me lies when your boredom strikes
watch me fold them in a cloth named truth
when there is nothing left to cling to
I have known of death being infectious
so I will not inform you of mine
I will live and die on the moon
you will only hear the signals I send
to the mannequin I left for you on Earth