When the octopus crawls across the leaf of the tree
The feelings flow so swift and free
I’m lighter now
I’m lifting higher still
Higher and finally I reach the sill
I climb out of the window and onto the roof
And this release to write is purer still
I could cry
the letters would fall from my eyes
and I’d wipe them away and throw them into the sky
I want so bad to escape ...
It hurts so bad
So I take this octopus
By all 8 hands
I let him spit it onto the page
It takes all of the pain
And all of the rage
So I don’t hurt myself
Bleed all over my life
I write it all down
Then re- sheath
The knife