Catharsis

You never knew about the honey jar
My vain attempt to bend your broken will
Our hair, your picture, my sad little dreams
Names woven into crosshatch
Sealed with the blood drip wax of a thousand red candles
Love surely blooming like crystallization within
How I prayed to sweeten your heart

But broken will cannot be bent
And the honey soon turned bitter
No sweetness now
Left to fester too long
Too many unanswered prayers
I realized these tokens simply bound me to you
The very weight of the jar becoming unbearable

I remember running, needing air
Outside, the spring light fading
My hands clenched like claws
Forcing the lid open
Seals breaking, splitting apart
Contents spilling into the open air
Releasing my sickness, bursting forth
Shining droplets suspended for a moment
Like golden tears of a dying sun
And then sounds of shattering
Lancets of broken glass piercing the ground
Honey pooling and oozing into the earth
Draining out like pus from a long neglected cut
Breaking the fever
Purging the infection

Leaving clean and empty
but unclosing wounds


7/2011