The Blood & The Bones

I would wait like this all day
if I knew it was the only way
to dull the rage that you carry
to bring you back to yourself
some purge words for release
but those words
those actions
don’t feel familiar to your careful tongue
so instead I invite you to find the things you need to say inside me
to paint the blood you have shed with handprints upon my sloping arches
to express your ire with fists full of hair
and hips thrusting forward
with the intensity of that first kill you cannot help but still remember
I can heal you here like this in ways they were not able to comprehend
my body is built to be your therapy

the blood
& the bones