i.
mental map.
kingdom.
a peasant's land.
monarchy.
soliloquy dreams.
there is honor in being noble
there is serendipitous fate in being transient.
left to choose between a palace of exquisite marble
and expensive murals
or a life of poverty and mud-dusted fingertips
the ability to walk out upon pavement
cry in the company of a stranger
feel dangerous for a change.
ii.
chimera holds a flame above my memories
fraying the edges of sweetness
making livid to peaceful retreats
i took as a child
behind embers and coils
matchsticks and lighters
the gasoline is poured all the way across my chest
reduced to cinder
chimera holds the match
iii.
i wish i hadn't told you
i figured that once i did, it would be in your hands
and now
it's strangled between your hands
choked and mumbled back into my scorn
i've never understood
the power of being ignored.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
i.
mental map.
kingdom.
a peasant's land.
monarchy.
soliloquy dreams.
there is honor in being noble
there is serendipitous fate in being transient.
left to choose between a palace of exquisite marble
and expensive murals
or a life of poverty and mud-dusted fingertips
the ability to walk out upon pavement
cry in the company of a stranger
feel dangerous for a change.
ii.
chimera holds a flame above my memories
fraying the edges of sweetness
making livid to peaceful retreats
i took as a child
behind embers and coils
matchsticks and lighters
the gasoline is poured all the way across my chest
reduced to cinder
chimera holds the match
iii.
i wish i hadn't told you
i figured that once i did, it would be in your hands
and now
it's strangled between your hands
choked and mumbled back into my scorn
i've never understood
the power of being ignored.
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