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.
