boom boom go

Collisions are worse the closer you are.
From a distance the clamor is experimental but up close it is quite deafening.
The pause to sound brings forth the grotesque.
The crunch. Everything snaps. The spurts of blood. It's like watching a ravenous painter.
There isn't peace, not until the very end.
The stillness after all the mess: after all the shards have settled from their pillage after the rivers have become drips, after the quakes are gone.
The quiet is the worst.
  After such a bang how do birds sing again?

My Locked House

Jaded beyond disbelief.
Navigating through an obstacle course blindfolded.
Hope as our compass, this map of love as an aide.
These twists and turns don't get easier. We stumble through phrases and emotions.
Split lips, bloody eyes.
Jagged walls break screens and glasses.
If only we had a light to guide us.
How long before our fire dies?

Sinner's Delight

Crisp images compose the reel.
Unfamiliar smiles followed by beer foam.
New experiences, new songs, new travels.
This is nice.
The delight ends there.
Temptation is a sweet drug with a bitter aftertaste.
First the butterflies, then the unease sets in.
This feels familiar. This is recent history.
A high-risk mind should stay away from forbidden trees.
Any hit can be the tipping point.
The trek up any mountain is beautiful but the fall down is deadly.
This was a sin.

Hide.

Back against the wall.
This corner is mine. This is my safety. Here is secure.
Pay no mind to the twitch. It continues every day.
It is just part of me now. Now, listen.
Each crank spurts out another thought, from one to the next. Each spewing fear, worry, pain, regret.
Gears will turn and start this war.
This wall is safe. Thoughts bounce off this wall. They don't return to me. They disappear. They don't ricochet, they fade.
Back against the wall for safety. The nightmares can't pull me here.