revelations of the silo
breakdown and breakthrough
quick movements. staggered steps. jagged breaths. arms outstretched. i sense a punch caving in my chest while eye-lined eyes spin dark and possessed. forgive my insanity! monologues, not prose, exposing the vanity. chains broke the lock, so lines pour down my throat — intentions awoke, soaked in drunk lights and smoke — impatience invading the usual pace — makeup called panic moisturises your face. i've passed with just guess to bullshit the test, erased questions left to forgive for the best. does this make sense? if not, clean your mess; left mine at the door, she’s dead on the floor! cracked up her core with an old broken oar, unstoppable pounding counting up the score, gasoline pours incineration galore, glory I wore for interior war. now, my eyes move quick in slippery wet licks dissecting all bits inquisitive politics still tripping inside, i gulp cups of pride: cries baked inside, crispy and salty like fucks deep fried. a potion full of tries risking to confide elixir for scars tracing the joyrides and many times I died. scripture unsung waits in my lung, hollering out to find where i belong. my incomplete tapestry by these stars hung, threads from the planets keeping stories strung. *sigh* stick true to your lie. honest when i sigh i've dropped the deceiving, too late to be grieving. there's so much to align where is all the wine?? fuel as i dance out towards the front line, dancing on the ashes of the given guidelines. heed the clock chime counting down the time, keep flipping my dimes in mist and sublime.