there is
a pure beauty
only experienced
in living

while the
harshest truths
only show themselves
in fetid decay

i straddle them
a modern day hel
harnessing the hell
which resides inside
scratching out
blossoms of hope
in remission
with a quill dipped
in aortic spills

i have reconfigured
my dna to the point
where all i am is
unraveled

still she calls
for me to come back home
and i answer