Glass.

Spontaneous combust,

coughed up, in a cloud of dust,

erased the air, to tread on trust,

swept under rugs to stop the stuck,

unwind the clock cos time is up.

Reverse the curse, release the clutch,

steeped in sweat, sweet innocents,

disarm the dreadful dissonance.

Rewind the tape, to relive the rust

that ate away, and eroded us;

like acid rain, corrosive cut. 

I fade away, to further my fear 

of failed filial obligatory fuss. 

I uncross my heart, & hope to live,

receive the love that I, too, give. 

Put myself first to make it last—

add armour to my house of glass.

Kerosene.

Had my wings coated in

soaking hot oil, pouring

into the ocean of our toxic,

intoxicating love. 

A black widow without warning, 

that left a crow like me, ripped 

apart—wide open; you took your 

knife and drove it deeper into 

my skin.

Gore like this has my soul 

disturbed, your violence arrived

like hair-raising notes played on

untuned violins. 

A massive attack that made me 

wish I could turn back; a love so 

unkind I sought to rewind time.

Your kerosene-stained caresses 

kept me careening, like a car crash

waiting, because its brakes are failing. 

Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding. Keep your misery the next time you decide 

to break a poor man just because you can. 

Before you commit another carnal crime, 

hold onto your lies, before you waste 

another life.

Bestdays.

When the night collects dust,

before deciding to depart, 

and your knees feel weak,

from traveling through the 

dark.

Release your bated

breath, and let it beautify

you as you recall the reason

you are blessed. 

As your sight declines, 

and your voice wavers on 

the verge of its revenge—

focus on the best moments 

of your life that stand out 

above the rest. 

Seize.

When I was a gasoline-soaked rag, that you threatened to ignite, whenever you erupt, that was when I prayed I'd learn to fly, so I could just runaway and take off towards the skies. 

Leaving you behind became a fantasy that seeped into my daydreams, before possessing all of me.

The taste of freedom so sweet and thick upon my tongue, like honey, it was sugary as it was warm and golden. 

Some days I could almost reach out and grab the reins, and regain control of my life, even if it were just for a day. 

Picture it—my own routine, a job, and my own home, where I could be the me I was always meant to be. 

Instead, I'm a shadow of the future I was supposed to know as an adult; the failing sum of all the broken parts of you and I from prior battlegrounds.

I remember a time when I believed that I could be somebody too, that I could rise to the occasion, and achieve success like everyone else.

But I've resigned to this war, this slithering that's seized and besieged me; oh, how it seethes! Under the curse of you and I.