The Nutcracker Thief

Walking, stepping, trotting
the calm, green forest envolpes me.
I am lost in a world of beauty.
It’s awesome force bringing me to my knees.
He takes hold, pulls me down.
Thrashing, fighting, probing
I lose control.
The earth is in me, choking
I grasp for a breath
my insides aching, he lives in me,
taking my precious air.
Flesh, raw and warm, is ripped
from my bones.
I cry, he won’t let my
hostage breath away.
I am suffocating, naked with envy.
I need to be him.
I want to breath, to live,
to experience!
Thoughts seep into my brain,
then stolen.
I am a huddled mass of red,
throbbing with bruised desire
to be.
Tobe someone.
To be someone alive.
To be someone alive,
not dead in a shell.

10/29/96