Common Threads

Dusk settles onto slopes of these hills, into the crevices of my mind.

I

Can't

Flee.

My nightgown is flushed to my body by wind. Cotton is a mockery of protection.

I

Am

Naked.

If only I could obtain normalcy, only an inch to my right.

But

I'm

Wrong.

These broken cobblestones pierce my bare feet.

I

Bleed.

They call it home, I call it...

Stay inside the boundaries

Everything is black

and

white

Safer to ignore that there is not ever nothing,

Then have to swallow the cold, ember stricken flame.

Switch words like a pair of ice skates,

More so because of the ear splitting edges.

Never knew anything different.

Never cared enough to try.

To Overly Toasted- Features Of Topography with this!

The Inhabitants of the Back Burner

It's a breeze today, skip along, stroll on, haha!

The cock

and

the sidewalk

and

the o'clock

brrrrrringg

.

Safety Net(-less)

What's that? Oh, it's the same thing you said yesterday, and the day before that...

More like what hasn't been said.

Riding on flat bicycle tires.

Drinking from an empty can.

Scraping at the bottom of a barrel...

No, scraping at the bottom of my barrel.

Out of air, yet there's no more lung capacity.

Guess time is up isn't it?

The chains are broken, but they have been so all along.

The clouds have cleared, but only for the effect.

It was a worthy effort, which is all that can be asked for in a game without winners.

Now turn the page, close the door, clean the slate,

Look up into the horizon with an expression of discovered knowledge...

The camera fades.