20/02/2024poems/push

Push

Woman with short hair, head tilted back, and hand on her neck, illuminated by moody blue and teal light.

These marionette fibres
In your tortured muscles
Push pull
Heavy front
A weakness of back
Too tight jaws still talk
Despite excess slack

Certain parts are special
Because they get you closer to god?
A magic man can’t create life
On his own

But push push push push

As I seem to red shift further
As you blue shift too close
The day shift kills the
Balance in between