April 5, 2019
11:45am
I see glimmers of a malignant hope manifesting at the outer edges of my vision / I look toward it / and the light I see / so bright, a blinding eclipse /
it'd burn to stare for longer than a few seconds / it'd pain me to touch for just a bit longer.../
I think, perhaps, the sun has come / to kiss my petulant cheek /
a spring's greeting! / no? /
no, it is but the slow fire that ignites every so often / at the changing of seasons /
like an addict in recovery / searching for an ounce of temptation /
just enough to reopen old wounds... / just enough / just a bit more /
to open the gates of hell
