Brokenhearted and distraught
your eyes like rifles
loaded and cocked
enraged and disgusted
with their whites blood shot
You aim your gaze
when the lever engaged
and depart from the room
like the white waters rush
All your rage hung around the house
it lingers like soot clung
to a burnt out fire pit
Soon I'll be begging for
your return if
not by midnight when the candle burns out
You're back-and-forth always pacing
scattered like the wind blown rain,
but your image is quickly beginning to fade
with storm shadows racing
across moonlit drapes
sliding as darkness frayed from the shade
Nightmares adjust to the crest of day
plunging over the steepening cusp
of a burnt orange skyline slipping
from the horizon into tomorrow's dusk
Air inhaled as oxygen
has failed your breath now poisonous
The iron in your blood
corrodes metallic
flaking fragments settled in rust
Smoke lingers on the wall
clinging like a frameless picture
cockeyed and covered in dust,
with loosened staples brushed to the floor,
blackened as pieces briskly
burn into a crust
Sunlight reaches through a slit in the curtain
reflecting off of floating debris
spotlit against this grey smokescreen
Fire bellows between
load bearing walls,
bathing in kerosene cider and bourbon
Stay engaged despite an
eyeful of rage
staring down the barrel of a rifle's gaze,
assuredly fueling this fire to the
brightest and bluest of flames
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Brokenhearted and distraught
your eyes like rifles
loaded and cocked
enraged and disgusted
with their whites blood shot
You aim your gaze
when the lever engaged
and depart from the room
like the white waters rush
All your rage hung around the house
it lingers like soot clung
to a burnt out fire pit
Soon I'll be begging for
your return if
not by midnight when the candle burns out
You're back-and-forth always pacing
scattered like the wind blown rain,
but your image is quickly beginning to fade
with storm shadows racing
across moonlit drapes
sliding as darkness frayed from the shade
Nightmares adjust to the crest of day
plunging over the steepening cusp
of a burnt orange skyline slipping
from the horizon into tomorrow's dusk
Air inhaled as oxygen
has failed your breath now poisonous
The iron in your blood
corrodes metallic
flaking fragments settled in rust
Smoke lingers on the wall
clinging like a frameless picture
cockeyed and covered in dust,
with loosened staples brushed to the floor,
blackened as pieces briskly
burn into a crust
Sunlight reaches through a slit in the curtain
reflecting off of floating debris
spotlit against this grey smokescreen
Fire bellows between
load bearing walls,
bathing in kerosene cider and bourbon
Stay engaged despite an
eyeful of rage
staring down the barrel of a rifle's gaze,
assuredly fueling this fire to the
brightest and bluest of flames
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