Fog is bellowing
Where my vision was once so clear
Obscured in the opaque
Plagued by the pangs of -
Belly ache pains,
I’m so hungry for closure
That I can taste the air like a birthday cake
I’ll blow out the candle -
And let the dark consume as I fade out of frame.

I always knew, when the luster wore off
And all my paint chipped,
I’d be discarded and misused -
Stricken by boldness
Like a highlighted bible verse
There is scripture in the way you smite
The very holiness of my utmost intention
Pure as spring water -
Bottle my countenance
And set me by the fire,
Contents under pressure.