pushed back against

held up something

kiss'd the back of your throat

something dreamed in a deep dark hole

bottom of the well, drowned in a half-pint

so at the end of the day you met them

in the woods, far from home,

a brand-new meaning to the term-

met up and thus began the last goodbye

barely a breath and sigh before you drew his last breath in your names, blood on ice

tears on snow, rattling away and littering the mountaintop for days on end

"You should run now," he said.

a warning

"They told you there were no monsters, right? But they lied. You've got to make them let you go, slam them into the wall and make their noses bleed. I know you can. It's not hard at all. Pull the trigger and take the plunge, for it's the only way out this time."

ignored, read and received and yet

believed that it wasn't a lie

and they came yanking on the chain, demanding a brand new thing

head on a spike, denied nature and law

morally wrong it was, sinful and spiteful,

most importantly soulless, deplorable and rage-inducing

For nothing everything was, for nothing, for a goddamn nothing

such is the way of fleeting joy

But how to prevent such a tragedy? Or perhaps it became a comedy.

she grabbed your neck, too eager to please

fell in with you and was the one to turn it all inside out, guts twisting and blood spewin'

blade pushed farther and closer, anxiously

"dreadfully sorry for the sins of my camaraderie with you, but there is but one road i walk to repent myself"

dragging the body to the river, tidying hands and burning knives

recall a day back then, a good ol' day

riding alongside a racer down the devil's highway

all is well my dear, don't fret for my lying

clean as a dreamer

recall a day back then, a good ol' day

riding alongside a racer down the devil's highway

(June 2021)