Fearless on my breath.

Brown eyes paper bark rough and round the iris reflexes to the light, down down my feet scarred from running, running with the breath of fearless night, tear drops ignite a fire of rage blossoming lips kiss the salt, bitter endless, perpetual beating, thumping, veins gasping for reality.

Slugs swarm over the perspiration fingers with claws of perception so alight and receptive to the pain,
I slip into it the flow maluable to the affair, love, is a verb, is a doing word, tireless and selfless we stand soldiers on the eve of gray.

Concreted within these walls the nine to five enveloped imagination the cruel reality stole our child like beauty, scarred and ugly we sprouted only to becomes so overgrown the weight of years became forceably  engraved nimbling dancing with our shadows like gargoyles hunched on our shoulders, our eyes froze hard now, like black shiny stones, impartial to there river of lies that ebbs through our windows late, late in the spaceless night.

The light, lightness of the smog and sooty day leaks in to smudge fingerprints across my face, ribbons carousel through my dreams, as smothered by the protruding waste of space, the cutlery, mess and waste blend, autumn rain tumbles in bringing wind, the fiends toss the doors clattering the world i live in.

I flew to fast, almost tumbling down down to die like flowers upon the face of cracked pavement, i stumbled through a horrible circus of upside down truths, a mirror house of confusion, its there i stared, dead straight into my reflection,

I saw

Cracked broken porcelain, my fingers raised to the wind rustling desperatley for some purchase, i found myself, stumbling in the dark, but i had found myself and discovered.

some significant worth.
like the earth awakening i opened my eyes too the space i was in and breathed one fearless breath
up, up like a flower blossoming,
teardrops on the map,
my feet crunched with steady purchase my eyes,
no longer cast back.