I am tainted by my own devices.
A tripping, flickering light.
An exhausting breath,
All I want, evermore.

I'm frozen in headlights
As a thawing summer sets in.
A feeling I had forgotten
But has since tethered to me again.

A thousand pounds of silence
Are ringing through me.
They hum the questions,
And beg your answers.

All for what?
The sake of guilt,
The ache of thrill,
The sweat of conversation.

I am brave and foolish, all the same.