Building this nest egg
I'm walking on egg shells
Serving birds in
Parked cars in
Suffocation
Gasping for air
About to take flight
The moonlight my
Only friend
The moonlight I
study the Earth and the sky
This cool night of plaid
cotton candy sticky holding hands
sore teeth and puffy lips, bruised
by brain shaking accidents
of twisted metal and leaking gasoline -
We call it fate. After all.
You made it. Cracking
your back wooden like a rolled out ladder
from a balcony drenched in rolling smoke -
Family, one at a time.
Thoughts, one at a time. But -
I still don't know if I made it out -
I laugh as I cough but still, cough.