Heavy sight
My eyes are blue in my minds eye
Imagine a forest lush with life and teeming with birds of paradise
Why am I burning it?
I see animals weeping for their children as the flames smoke out the lungs of their little ones
Each one coughing with innocence
I see my therapist ******* in the closet trying to scribble thoughts onto their therapists pad
My blood bubbles with rage at their psychoanalysis
But as I unsheathe my hunters blade tears well up in my own eyes and I cut her free.
I’m sitting atop a melting glacier as my father clings to a burnt piece of driftwood
My lover calls me through a desperate echo
I ignore her entirely as to protect my heart from the inevitable