Excusing myself from existence
I exit the room to a safe area
A space encradled in endearment
Nothing but niceties.
Warm moonlight trickling like sweat
Showering stardust from strong hold
Straight off of your hair
Shining reflection from the sellotape strung across the sheer fit of your fidgeting specticals.
Your firm touch is confirmation that fear
Is not another word for firm
For firm
Can be found in softer, smaller beds
And softer,
Smaller bedrooms.
Heads move
We blink and blackness is ceased
Diseased and deceased are reincarnated, reimagined,
And reversed.
I feel like I've rehearsed this 16 times
But your improvisations are to empowerment and improvement
Spontaneous as the smell of something from the microwave in the midst of a simple September night.
Shoving sweets in my eyes,
Not to make me blind but
To show me the way.
I was right in the words I whispered
For they are just as realistic as fate
My brothers fate
Our inevitable inebriation
Initiation
with death
Gobs of moments gobbled and granted
We take it all for granted
But we are trying to walk for gods sake
God foresaken us
We are just
Trying
To walk
And once we've convinced you?
We'll run.
-Vivi
