until it became impossible to deny

I fell off the cliff,
I fell towards hell
and could not catch grip.

The air dry and deafening
I hallucinate and
dream up anger
pretend to know violence
like the old ocean knows
his fist against stone

My head is filled
with that old
lagoon hue of blue
honey on lips
I have to shut my eyes
but I still bathe my body in milk

He is trying to push the broom
further into the ground
the weeds catch grip
and scratch me out
when I pull

I felt ashamed because my voice
had gone mute
I couldn’t move or breathe
or stop my body from shaking

So I swallowed stinging nettle
to scar my cold throat
to master that desperate
voice of a crow
and as a villain I awoke
I tried to hold in all of that
smog, all of that smoke
until defeat became impossible
to deny

Until I gave up hope
and let him lay me down like
crushed stone
I let him lay me down
and run me over with
steam and engines and coal

Poseidon has drowned me out

Hades has taken me

Demeter has abandoned her search.