Fire Escape Confetti

 

Marble faces awake at dawn, gargoyles of genetic operatic expression. Hazes of daisy chains that filter the next scene to the abysmal aesthetic of time that links wrists like candy necklaces as stomachs turn running on generational humiliation. The contrasts we sign for on the dotted line sings the hallowed flinching as the dusk settles in the folds on our faces in our natural color of cowardice that blends like summer romance in antiquity past. Clocks tick in unnatural sway the dawn quickly hastes the days into a low grade fever, chills, coming down with the lowest common denominator as the grey scale claws across the walls and back drop nails on chalkboards taking big bites enough to crack teeth against the grains of our own livelihoods.

Lovers swoon on the street, and the rain passes giving up fighting the good fight as the curves of our spines form a shepherds hook forming us into the ambiguous questions we ponder in the drink, and time as the eyes roll into the back of heads as the joint belt out a little bit softer. The outside in place groaning in shift, the inside peels back the layers of years of violence carved out by the unnatural erosion of error hot tears knifed through tender innocence, raw emotion, and the ignorance of youth. Backs rigid in youth shouldering the world, and paying for the privilege while sleeping off the century in graveyards service with a smile. 

Black fire, and coal coursing through our veins inward in our vain perceptions of self as the doors remained locked while the cracks let in preachers who take. Fire spreads through our wing, embalmed in the night dreams of fresh air, and fame as the warm embrace scorches us in waves of mercy sweat drops sizzle, and our blood cooks in bubbles of molten gasps and glue.