This is where I want to be,

The place where I can hide comfortably,

In my own solid space,

Hidden mordantly from beating hearts,

Away from that grave place,

Where reality laps at my ankles,

Like overexcited flames,

Thirsty for unique mind and flesh,

I can taste the bitterness of my exclusion,

Bitterness similar to the tang of blood,

Pierce the flesh and blood drips,

Pierce the soul and aspiration drips,

Dripping ever so fondly away