SUBMISSION BY: mixingwiththerain

MEDIA: Writing

set your scars on fire
a match taken to the tourniquet 
unwrapped by the flames
and withered into ash

….

i’m gonna sing you happy birthday,
condone your smoky calm.
facilitate a slurred flirtation,
and alleviate the numbness
made worse by wind and whisky.

you’ll chase the bittersweet snow
with wood and coal and warmth.
successive shots that melt the blood in your body:
a finally-united unit whose mother Chemistry
transcends your understanding.

Trust is your undiscovered nemesis —
you believe he’s yours to give.
but with a calculated cupping of the chin,
and a gaze that makes your shoulders shrink,
Intuition has been blind-folded.
blissful passivity, well-earned.

when my arrow hits your healing heart,
you’ll feel the poison climb your limbs…
despite the dryness of my weapon,
the fictional toxin will remain a certain presence in your veins,
birthed from a betrayed mind.

like a child’s thumb embraces a lit bulb;
the kind of curiosity that unleashes cold water onto the sleeping body,
and masks enlightenment in the form of a pulsing burn.
a cry that can only be earned
from the retreating fingers which had lovingly hugged your eyes,
and now release reality from obstruction.

much more pernicious than my fire-barring wand.

the stars i made you see,
now unveiled as dead matter hanging from Galaxy’s noose.
it’s tragedy you’re feeling,
and i knew it all along.

i regret so solemnly your open heart;
just as i rue my immutable nature.
— bursting, spreading, disintegrating

scarring.