Muzzle, nuzzling moist, emitting light
Unto a flashpoint, a halo torn, ripped
Away from whence were born. Siren’s
Flare, deafening stare, a shadow cries
From deep nowhere, eclipsing pathos
Upon steins well poured, as the sated
Lay bloat till morn. Grazed, snipped—tongue
tipped, teeth gripped, glazed eyes, rolled back in.
Ordeals only remain when remembered as real, and all
The mares at night, forever shall, ride away as
Dawn ascends upon, this, a pasture of the flesh.
Rainfall scatters as dense brush peaks, turning silent
As blind thoughts reap, tricking, tracking, the mind to
Play, with those fears you’ve saved away, for times
When only self-loathing will do, the trick to reinforce
How much you hate what lives in you.
Repaint the partitions. Anoint the buried wood. Remove the
Stains and all else that never should, live another hour that
Instills the reinforcing of any remaining shards of pain.