Solar Veins

Slim chances fade with the sun as after thoughts bubble to the surface.

Accents in the air, glass rattles, and the rest of the room swears that it means business.

It's time for the slow recline as revenge rolls down hill, around the the bends gasping for air.

Out of sight, and out of mind as the rest of the burned down houses fall in on themselves.

Emigration papers flume in the heat of the flames that sing out that we out it to ourselves.

All our friends fade into dust, marching lines usher us eventually but we ascend the hills above, and are guarded in the valley below.

Watching the cars speed out of the daylight, as the remnants of self control sips the edge of the glass as the light sits high feeling very dangerous. 

Against the grain as always the weight of unpacking swears aloud that we aren't ready thirty years in.

Pulling the rip cord as knives and forks eject the poor intentions packed behind our backs in the waking moments we free those daggers unpacking our wings.

Space age tremors fill the base of the spine as we exhale upward holding onto to nothing as we leave with out better halves. 

Sweetness rises as the golden lives we grab for comes back.

Blood brothers, and sisters reunite.

The lights ignite realigning the peaces.

The sun is starting to rise.

I'm going to survive.