splinters of sun broke my path. a fever of bridges led us too far. we wander. toting our empty buckets. waiting for it to rain again.
we look to the stars. children full of shallow wishes. forgetting they’re already dead.
the heat bears down. its weight rousing the animal inside of us. we stumble over our fury. awakened by flesh’s treason. we touch. the execution of want erupting. consuming all that we thought we were.
the details shimmer into focus. hungry memories pretend to know who we are. the choices simmer. eventually coming to a boil. so we tip the pot. to find out what remains.
we were earnest. we welcomed the fight, but circumstance still defeated us.
Sad Poems: Crime of Satan Poetry 