Active Imagination Notes 01

Take my hand,
baby, please
I just want to touch you

Why do you flinch,
baby, why
do you look so afraid?

As if my skin left all those black scars
I can see on your shoulders
As if the tips of my fingers burn right through your flesh with my sins
As if I’ve drowned you in waters
to laugh at the way that you sputter
As if it’s possible you haven’t wanted me
for quite some time now

Sometimes the voice of my childhood
tells me I’ve hurt you
And sometimes the sound of my shame
makes me sob when you’re near

I’m not the angel that you once
imagined would save you
You’re starting to sense that you
ran out of dusk into darkness.