poison trembles above,
looming,
dripping rancid memories that
rip into my bones and
claw out the life
even with the gun in my hand,
i can tell there is blood in the water
the souls of fireflies flutter and wander
toward them i find release
following them to the fields of chernobyl,
walking barefoot in a minefield,
crushing diamonds with my hands
darkness cannot pry open my
gores of gold
i will not die tamely
he will come in a dance of
letting go
and holding on
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
poison trembles above,
looming,
dripping rancid memories that
rip into my bones and
claw out the life
even with the gun in my hand,
i can tell there is blood in the water
the souls of fireflies flutter and wander
toward them i find release
following them to the fields of chernobyl,
walking barefoot in a minefield,
crushing diamonds with my hands
darkness cannot pry open my
gores of gold
i will not die tamely
he will come in a dance of
letting go
and holding on
