"SSA"
Hands heavy with blood
every muscle poised,
tense and open.
Was there really hope?
That feeling of rising a hill,
the heat caught in your clothes,
breathlessness
yet elation
leading to the peak
then release
--We don't have that
or
I didn't -- they don't
I was there
It lays you bare
peeling the skin away
to dig into flesh deeper
inside the muscle,
the nerve, so deep
it doesn't scar.
When pine trees let out their last breath,
with a spark, they go up in flames so fast,
it's a wonder it doesn't happen more.
It makes me want to shake them
hold them
love them
hurt them
free them
scream until it all melts away
like the burning needles
turning into liquid fire
then ash
then dust
But they don't burn
we only bleed
and there's never enough blood.
every muscle poised,
tense and open.
Was there really hope?
That feeling of rising a hill,
the heat caught in your clothes,
breathlessness
yet elation
leading to the peak
then release
--We don't have that
or
I didn't -- they don't
I was there
It lays you bare
peeling the skin away
to dig into flesh deeper
inside the muscle,
the nerve, so deep
it doesn't scar.
When pine trees let out their last breath,
with a spark, they go up in flames so fast,
it's a wonder it doesn't happen more.
It makes me want to shake them
hold them
love them
hurt them
free them
scream until it all melts away
like the burning needles
turning into liquid fire
then ash
then dust
But they don't burn
we only bleed
and there's never enough blood.
1/9/19