Push; Rid yourself

Shake away all that you believe

A rust colored wrench wrapped

By your stubborn breath

The fire fades away

And the warmth

Crimson falling, out of touch

Retracted limbs bring answers

Buried with an additional thought

How strange it is to finally be free

Like the freedom that tickles your neck or

Trickles down your spine, hot, like a July day

The freedom of spoken words

Impossible to contain once released

In the air, that’s the secret

Invite it to dance on your tongue

Or desiccate your flesh

Scream into the air, scream into freedom and

Be free