Bright lights
Red. White.
Red. White
Sirens
Screaming
Red. White.
Anxious. Breathless
Silent-explosion in ones eye
Whirling around your head
Desperate
Tears stream down. Throat closes.
Laying on the ground
Obscure position
Eye lids flicker
Shards of glass and debris
Dirt, modern rubble
Why was I chosen?
Life given, life taken away
Here just for a moment
Particles dispersed into thin air
Into the trees, and the sky, and the innocent
Into the eyes that have no voice, no say
Chosen to be executed by the power above
Because energy is neither created, nor destroyed
Static tv set, flashes a message
Float away, return to the clouds
This recycling is necessary
The lottery, unfair yet supposedly unbiased
Why are one’s tears more valuable than another’s?
Fight the atmosphere
Grip the opponent’s sword
Mightier than steel
Eye lids flicker
Violent ****
Glazed over from the eternal war
Black night victory
Fatigued beyond belief
The little soldiers will surely carry me to their fort with chants
Another day, I shall return
Until then, my chest plate remains
worn yet intact

Stumble in. closely holding at the waist & neck
Lips on neck, under chin, down neck, visible masculine clavicle
Warm, moist. hot
Forcefully Swing  door
Fiercely Kick off shoes
Try to control inhaling so deeply
Rustling of clothes and hands. Buttons. Fingers so delicate. &rough;
Hands everywhere.
Touch. Feel.
Neck. Hips. Tongue. Back. Neck. open mouth. neck
Head back. Fingers stroke, down spine
Finger tips
Fingers trace
Up. and down. And down. and in
So smooth, yet so deep
Animals of passion
Thoughts. with emotion
Love?
Or another character
--**** in body, naked in spirit
Not alone now are you?
..are you?
Mirrored emotions..
Not for him
And you
Naked
Skin touching, yet miles away
Empty eyes; Empty heart
Alone inside oneself
Watching the movie of another’s life
Always beautiful. Often perfect
Grab what’s yours left on the floor
Satisfied?

This doesn’t mean anything
The words aren’t for you to understand
Or smile. Or enjoy
It’s for me
I
Selfish words
Spilling
Because I cant fully spill my heart
Typing so it’s even less personal
Than the greats before me
In ***** sneakers next to Emily
Oh and those old guys sipping tea
Porcelain saucers, and lace
Clash with a hoodie and hidden liquor
Nothing to talk about
Because they are real
And I’m just a poser
I need to be forced into submission
To leave the lazy route
But the words typed flow
Trickle down like a spring in the spring
how repetitive
Eloquent?- I think not
Skills- lacking
But no one is criticizing or critiquing
Just me- alone in a cubby
Hey Emily, wanna come over?
I got an empty seat and a pen with your name
Or would you rather just type?