Thursday, August 26, 2021

SPIT

 "Light me up again..."

Powered. Pressed. Heavy. 

Nocturnal contrast

Of night, and white sheets. 

Pushed, 

Internally, your words

Traveling throughout. 

Wreaking havoc between my

Tendons and skin

Looking to be pushed out

By way of You. 


Hoisted to a spit

And set to burn at a slow roast

For coveting the idea, 

Of You. 

Blood boiled,

Night boom 

Switched to perform

Solo.


Balmy day, no recompense 

From the unslept night.

The grind of restraint wears down layers

Chewing away epidermis.

These tools enacted 

Stand in defense of the unspoken spoil 

Drifting without deadlines

To an X on the map of Never Reached. 


No comments:

Post a Comment