failure
is a hooded figure waiting
after running three hundred miles
approach the finish line with expectant relief
failure grasps your hand without warning
scolds you
how dare you assume you were guaranteed?
then proceeds to push you back
to run the race again
awake when the sky is full bloom
a harsh critic
that sun beating down
spotlighting guilt
it took months to figure you out
beyond the rain and after the drought
I felt my pocket empty
in it when I reached
nothing but remains of your cliches
always took what you could
things I could not replace
you inhaled my space
drank my health
sank your teeth
sucked my wealth
these days i stumble upon you
by memory
i fight back
resisting charm
slow fast heartbeats
and i turn around
screaming
frustration
clawing
forgetting
sweating
unsure
misused & abused
loitering in ones’ own conscience
biting irony
sex is always on the table
when you’re making pretty sense
lay back down
calm
warmth
dread
dream deeply now
Quintessential
barbed wires intertwine around my ankle
I try to pull away and such but
fruitlessness is evident
It seems as though I am caught
in this frightening trap
Time is the only friend I have left
that will tell me when it ends
Only then relief will kiss my feet
only then rest and slumber deep
brittle gum 