EROTICS OF ABOLITION 7992789: Overflowing heart. oceanic soul with waterfall feelings. A rainstorm of emotion, pools of water collecting at the ankles of my existence. A flood that collects in my chest and dams up at my throat, choking me out and swelling me. The anchor is my hips and wants to sink me into myself and explore my own depths, my own waters. Inner storms come sudden even if anticipated (antiquated) in the weather patterns of life. I butterfly stroke my own rains and deluges of my own emo feelings, ancestral clouds looming fat and prepared to soak my existence. Every drop is a soft kiss of life on my skin, a tenderizing to my body that evaporates my walls. Each raindrop a miniscule god descending to earth to rebirth something hidden in the soil, locked in the seeds of remember and forget. My own coochie wetness reminds me that I’m mostly water even in my secrets and pleasure. I confide in myself so I can hear how it feels to be me, when I am scared and unsure. And the pages of me catch all of the slick drops that slide down.