January 13, 2018
Crack, it goes.
Bit by ceramic bit, littering an ashy underneath.
Lost translucent oils of a forgotten path pave the way.
The fevered discovery swamps every aura corner to overflow
Wiping glistened joy, happiness not sensed in what seems eons.
Constructed in hasty assorted manners.
Not quite ready to play.
Need to reacquaint & introduce oneself
The minor watched over in safety.
Checking its sheet, ticking boxes.
Trying to shake away the net.
Letting go, it’s been needed
But the tool to help has not been present.
Smash this jug, smash it til there is no more.
Don’t bury. Simply destroy. Be rid. Be free
Free, a word not known for sleepless fear of never waking again.
Free, haunting such a word of endless activities of futures near missed.
With pasts ever tied to the downward spiral.
No more.
Smash
Flooded mind racing. Filling lungs. Expanding heart to show a pulse.
Once dried and beat-less.
Pounding once more.
For them.
For you
I feel right, but not sure.
Please let this be it.
Please.
Smash