The space between us may be vast, a blend of darkened hues. You're so shiny on the outside but hollow in, like the cathedral.
Choir cues, glisten between her thighs and the stars align.
Praise our son, so new, crisp like an unused notepad.
Drive your quill right through my soul.
Don't think that I don't know him because I'm not on my knees.

Everyone's flesh tastes best after wine.
Gently pressing
your face into my chest, let me hear you.
I was there when you born.

When you can walk no more I carried your weight and my own guilt. Which is more than you can say.
Let my voice sound out like the guns that start a war.
Let us all know that she was called a whore.
Palms down, Psalms down, Candles lit.
Home aflame and they ran for days.
Veil across my face, keep the sand from my eyes, and the tears at bay...

Praise our Savior Christ with his copper crusted halo and paper thin skin. You don't believe, because you don't let it set in.
You DO believe, but you don't know what you're reading.
All babies speak the language first.
With a raised fist.
A moral you must've missed.

Amen.
-Saree McClaran
Nov 30th 2012

Orange warmth floats and the dust in the sun spots looks like glitter. Crawling on the walls the shadows of autumn whisper heavily.
Go to sleep for the winter, the air is getting moist.
Relief of sighs, soft thighs, but we're out of time and I'm shoving myself through the doggie door into a hidden crawlspace.
Know that you shouldn't, but your heart aches.
Times when you used to have less, all the

gold in world can't keep you in place.
It's all rotted away, covered in a layer on dust and mold.
I have to peel you away.
Citrus skin. You've hardened with age. Wormhole.

-Saree McClaran
11-14-12

Twist and turn until you feel each bone break.
Fingers nimble, bitten by frost.
You reach down into the darkness.
Deep end, tidal waves, until you feel your spine.
Caress each sharp edge with your index finger.

Caress each sharp edge with your index finger.Teeth on a comb, and you can finally hear your song.

Never knew the words until I saw your face.

-Saree McClaran

For the first time in a year I feel like myself. With a whirlwind in my own soul I felt like I had been scuba diving in the depths of Hell. With Darkness riding on my coat tails, and paranoia setting in with a little being stirring in my womb. Set on over drive.

Hiding in warm ocean's caves, when all I wanted was to rest. I had to keep moving to break the friction from the tide.
I thought I'd rec

over as soon as I knew my son was earth bound. Darkness still lurked for months, icy cold fingers clawing, dragging on glass. I cowered in the corner, with handfuls of my own hair.
I had been here before, but on my own.

I broke out, for the first time in months, and possibly the first time in 26 years. A new level, a higher plateau. I ran as fast as I could.
The land held more terrors than the sea.
Nestled down for Autumn, safely tucked under trees, in rainbows of leaves. Watching clouds as the sky's moist breath pressed against me.
I heard you whisper for the first time in years.
With tiny hands placed on my chest, eyes looking up. Love.

To Hell and back, for you.
I had sold my soul, lives before. And traveled back to retrieve it.
Tolls were paid, and Angels carried us out. Cloaked in light and the smell of rebirth.
Mother May I.

-Saree McClaran
11-1-12