The wake(break)up call

13.02.2019

Solitude -
Brisk walks
Rustling leaves
Soft skies —
Stolen colour — a grey area
Grey clouds, grey skies -
Roaring skies —
Striking bolts
Waving at dispersing, crippling purpose
Ascended soon the better tomorrow
The rays — the clouds of white cotton
Fragments of hope creeping through the curtains to array the blasphemy
The soaring calm wave of storming bitterness crashes the rambunctious rocks
Whistling thorns —
Shards of crisp wound. Winds.
Piercing the palpitating pulse
Gasping to breathe — grasping to survive — to smile
To amplify self-love through the frantic waves and winds
A suppressed heart-wrenching, abnormal atrocity

Scribblings pens — nibbled plastic tips — flipping pages, haunted memories —
Ghosting the four corner frames
Void — Pandora slithering to its default deformity
Automated affection — attitude — frozen countenance —
Submissive trinkets burdens the tears —
The energy — the reaping ropes raping innocent silence

Peak — reaching the peak
Peak — the saving peak
Peak — the prayer rich peak

Release —
Release.

The hurt, the boulders of burdens, the bubbling anxiety, the chambers of torturous regret, stories filmed, refilmed,
The musky fragrance of the cotton polyester-
The squeaky tires to a jail free maiden
The sinful taste, eyes — sinful touch
Overflowing sensations — scandalous spirits -

Release —
Release mi Amor —
RELEASE.

To love. To care. To heal. To cremate the bloody thirsty hounds of the past -

Die.