How to Dismantle Bitter Burdens

 

    Flames pour from throat.

Blood boils long past it's prime.

Expired lungs fuel the rest as identity ignites, stone hearts throw themselves against the walls of your glass house.

Rainbows fade, and the butterflies escape.

Against the walls brains paint themselves a prettier picture.

Down cast finds the corners of jawlines predisposed to break on impact.

Find the fragments of face in the sands of time.

Falling down is up to you.

Run.