this one hurt

I’m breathing fire

but I’m not a dragon

an average person. swallowed matches

ran across a sea of stars in moon boots. army canvass

the catalyst sparks. deactivate the manned fuselage

tight-lipped gargantuan who stares through the art,

for hours (or it seems)

want to be touched but wince when you do

slight grimace, sly indication, it’s a bit too obtuse

the allusion, that any minute now it might finish

what do you mean when you insinuate that nows not the time?

postponed rain checks. outside in rain boots thousand of times

acid wash downpour. denim daiquiri stain

reticle strain, bloodshot battlefield. blades

where does it start, devilish ear to ear grin

started the year with resolutions hand in heart

fear to be seen alone, energy i’ve barely consumed

jumpstart my heart battery; only bleed for you

tomfoolery. doomed to the usual norms

how do i map out directions when my satellite is depressed

crop circle on fire. what a fiery mess

tried to find myself but i was lost in what i left in you

that 1800 hotline already memorized my

number

will somebody listen

I’m a snowflake with their pillows drenched

i day dream outrunning this avalanche

give everyone the attention i seek

when it’s returned to me, he barely speak

i don’t want it. just want these hands to stop drowning me

every night before sleep, i tell them to leave

they peek over my canopy bed until three

in the morning

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