Wall Climbed For Crying

Suffocating from their world, breathe dark— Block in the orbiting around each other’s heart; Hidden the face, barring like glass, Rather than pull the reverse of an upturned mask. Granite waxes high, to fill the rim within, Mute even as the maddening tears sink in. Their stares break upon my stony back— Cannot be met when I face this pass. But from inside, comes a deep white rose bloom— Open in my throat, but there to Cut; share in a writhing thorn— Where a chunk of the flesh is torn.