pill errs

i.
grind me into stardust
with an effortless spur
and spin, your revolutions
dig into your skin.
i'm seeping in, particles
of meaning lost, fleeting as
the posture of the oppressed,
grieving the cross
of your lifeline and my loss.

ii.
raw still, i don't disperse
without fight. your mouth
flows powder, enamel and spine
crushed. cheeks flushed,
temperature rising. now
you're realizing that i
am a cataclysm born of
distrust.