Fires of Columbia

your glory rained down on my shoulders.

Your vanity hit my face like a bright, unapologetic sun.

My fires set you dreaming, setting the bar higher.

Why must you look at me

Like a real, good man?

Why must your eyes go soft and

Drain my water

Drain my fire

Drain my cold dark night

Into a nightmarish, Birth of Venus

Wherein;

I lie naked on the bubbling, frothy stream

Open like a clam

Waiting for you to snatch me up.

Claim me.

But instead, I decay as I breathe,

I decay as I think I am real.

We were wrought from the fires of

Columbia.

Rage, pain, no tears, just lifting that enormous weight off

You

So you can slowly move it on top of me.

I never felt it, no,

Just your dense, licking, frantic fire

cauterizing

Off my nerves

So all I could really feel or understand

Was you.