Journey of Fire
Fearing meat with blood still intact
Washed profusely in time to proffer others,
Jealousy dingline out another for censure,
The slammed door recanting at another light.
Spoken through literature a common slight
Intermediate phases clang the unnecessary
Leaving out of turn, watched through derision
Cheerfully working through these paper darts.
Feminist recollections, outspoken from type
The jagged skyline caught still on preparation
For a song’s eye, leering on the job
Catatonic friendship going through perdition.
Life can only hold so much, blowing apart the
Holding by the wall, an entitled scare,
Grappling with prayers on death, a social time
Proffering alcohol into seclusion, a hardy soul.
Knowing when to keep quiet, gone incognito
Watching fun from the outside, stock of sense,
Entertainment calls over catatonic readings,
Pretending these friends can coldly follow.
These rotten speakings gone into a gun-toting expression
Just saying placards hoping against hope
Glass cutting glass, no evidence of a diamond
The online heartbeat gone in a second.