Anonymous

fire crackling beneath exposed socks consuming the black vacant void above lonely stars smoke consumes the ashen faces the bliss a sham but onlookers missing the flames the destruction the hope and self-pity of convincing yourself that twilight will come with a bottle of vodka grasping for a rope gasping for air consumed by spontaneity we wonder when salvation meant more than an improvised protest and proverbial hearts worn on our sleeves baking sprinkled cupcakes we wonder how to crucify ourselves on cheap mascara a diet of gum and water starvation is never enough for postmodern decadence cadences dissonance we wonder if redemption will come with white nectarine and pink coral blossoms shampoo radiating among the smoke fizzing bubbling singing laughing tearing stop snap crackle and pop tarts burning in the oven with the smell of Christmas morning fading away with proverbial sparks the most beautiful tragedy of the year but we forget the freckles lined up like soldiers ready to die for a packaged cause money back guarantee entwined in you and me we fall from grace inferiority a shadow looming overhead.
-Gal