OC Fuse
Spent too long
wallowing in shit
smoking sulfur
grinding teeth to bits
some fools build their homes on sand
I built mine on gunpowder
thinking one day
I might shoot the moon
A few failed launches later
after the burns healed and the eyebrows grew back
I lost my fondness of fireborn flight
let the guano pile up
harden and calcify
waiting for the wind carve me into dust
and scatter me into the sea
breathing in the salt
and
secrets not yet told
trading dreams for twilight eyes
so I could see how fast life was slipping by
doncha love a gift of spiral knives
but
for secrets not yet bold
these days
the biggest fear
is that some bright spark
will dance its way into the black dust
beneath the heart
pinching it tight with lightning eyes
pursing those flickering lips
at the tip
of the fuse
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