R U S T

Rusted iron beams stand brittle, ready to collapse into a heap

Of red dust beneath strong bones and pale, uneasy flesh.

They moan, afraid of their inevitable demise

As on the horizon, a crimson sky gathers.

In revolt.

I am eternally conflicted.

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The red glares from above, staining teeth with blood

And hands with shadows.

I see the truth where people are unaware they’ve lied.

It floats on the currents with rose petals ripped from green paradise,

Fills my throat until I am choking,

Suffocating on the sparkling red powder of a rose rusted

Corrupted

By the hunger of the clouds.

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Asphyxiation is sweet on my tongue, hoarse in my throat,

And soon all I’m seeing is red, red, red

Draped across my lips, bubbling like a fountain from my fingertips

As little roses bloom in my alveoli.

Pollen coats my teeth.

I’ve seen the devil in martyrs, the disaster inevitable

When water meets metal.

When red roses touch parched lips.

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Malevolent delight in

A

Tender

Kiss.

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Ghosts tumble across the vestigial horizon now reduced

To a cloud of mist and smog, the fog of destruction tinged

With a trembling glow, the slow death of humility.

And I laugh, bark out a crackling sound despite the bellowing scream

Emanating from the cloud of red.

I have eyes that cannot be fooled.

A heart that bleeds regardless.

The iron has snapped.

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Grief, ugly and black, slashes through the bloodied sky as we crumble

And crack

Beside the ironclad will of the human spirit because we are cursed,

Cursed,

Cursed,

To taste frothing madness on our tongues and swallow down

The sickness of this generation and witness the irradiated spirits

Howling on their knees, begging empty questions that once had answers

To reveal a prettier truth something…

Palatable.

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But I laugh because I’ve seen.

I have eyes that cannot be fooled.

A heart that has always thumped in time with the diseased rhythm

Of a universe much smaller than our expectations.

I’ve dreamt in colorless nightmares and counted every breath I dare

To take from this world.

And so I laugh,

Laugh,

Laugh.

Or else I fear, I may have already died.

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Silver Serpent Books

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