First Edit: Death (in life)

[yimbus]

Death, an expansive fist
keeping clenched
tightly around the womb.
Suffocatingly free and
selfishly provocative
in the most tragic way.

Blindly glimpsing at creases
that are strewn across its grip,
between glossy knuckles.
Inside its grasp, in life,
it tends to be
impossible to see
as far as he
who fled its yielding vice.

Forlorn dreams form the interior,
sometimes wishing of the exterior
and losing focus
of what’s within.
Chase an endless eschewal
of the gruesome toil
and surely you won’t win.

Many perish inside these walls
of fleshy, fly-bitten skin.
Yet if you were to live
transparent to the evil
inspired by this necessary fate,
maybe you shall see
how beautiful it is
in this receding space.





Original

An expansive fist
that keeps clenched
so tightly 'round the womb. 
Suffocatingly free
yet provocative
in all its tragic ways. 

Glimpsing through the creases
that interlace its grip, 
between its glossy knuckles, 
sight fails to see
as far as thee
who fled its yielding vice.

Dream of things 
but fail your plea
for the endless eschewal 
from its gruesome toil.

Many perish inside its walls
'fore they traverse the webbing
that crosses between outside and in, 
overlapping with the heart. 

Yet if one were to live
transparent to the evil
inspired by necessary fate, 
maybe they shall see
how beautiful it is
in this receding space.