Mon
Jun
29
burning on the paved way.
Un-inspired heat, trading tickets at the doorstep. You were un-invited, and now im slave to these devices. I am traveling on your back as you pierce my swollen ankles. But i can only burn for so long before i have nothing left to sacrifice.
i wish i could put you out—of my mind and my misery. You have no right to claim either. You snuck upon me, and i gave you my blood. Now boiled. Evaporated. Now gone.
But i think there was a time, not long ago, when your name was forgotten…although now is feared. You are omni-present, and perhaps deserving of a final toast.
