trial of fire;
belly of butter
churn a wheel
open the door
crank the wire
guild of fire,
we built these chains
latched them on
cried for freedom
watched the light from a keyhole
Category: Writing
failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away
like dexter morgan sail away
end up on an island
far enough away
no one knows your face
gone lost without a trace
far enough away
no one will know
your name
life
binge watched all twenty one seasons
still rewatch for easter eggs
details i might have missed
annotated like a story,
a story that grows with time
carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;
the old you missed out on the new me
truly all bad things come in three
pessimistic accent
it’s not that
i’m not good or bad
just not enough
to be called glass half full
205 bones
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable
carried man
charred face
burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask
one word over and over
leave,
he never eats sleeps
just leaves
hellish princess
i don’t remember
remembering you
a bad dream a lonely december
you called;
a deal line
i only know
from the terror sweats
in the morning,
a town for two;
pity you didn’t run
pretty little penny
city that i without fear claim
don’t call me honey
i’ll take this money
fun and games this wasn’t funny
& i’ll take this money,
mirror’s truth
they said you lied
and i believed it
