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Rebecca Kiser | + Follow Poet |
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I Met You

I 

don't 

remember

the first time

You

met

me

I wonder to what degree that upsets you

I can't recall 

The first time you called,
Though I've been told you phone in often.

I worry my forgotten memories effect you

Cuz truth is can't recollect

The first time we laughed,
Or the first time you collected
Those sticky snot waterfalls,
Pooling into a gelatin riverbed
In your freshly washed hands

Those freshly wash hands,
branded with my shrilling sobs,
And 
So 
Much 
More

You willingly entered
The chambers of my 
Hollow heart,
Where no thought escapes unharmed,
No sound breaks free of the deafening silence,
And every flake of dust is
Set fire by every forbidden feeling,
Forsaken by the only host it has ever known

You parted the blood red waters
Of my blood-brain barrier's borders,
Discovering chasms with treasures 
My own heart didn't know
It held dear

That's the first time 

I remember

I 

Met 

You  

I met you 
When billowing winds raged
And the very elements caged me in -
A prisoner
Of my own broken body,
Where dungeons and dragons 
Made their home,
Breathing fire at both friend and foe
Leaving memories and budding dreams homeless

I found you -
In hell,
Its rotting jaws gaped wide open 

And you were standing in the opening,
Waiting for me - 
Not for the first time,
But the first time I called 
With the desperation of one drowning for air

And you held the oxygen.

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