Lit

You ask me
“where’s your comfort?”
I respond
“it’s in my lies”
counting backwards on the clock
avoiding disdain in your eyes

counter questions make you fidget
“how’s your hand?”
I trace my thighs
black and blue combine as bruises
of a noticeable size

Silent conversation follows
glossy stares combat your glares
then I remember I am ruthless as I turn towards the skies
Swig a breath of air and anger as I rip off my disguise
and set fire to the building, smoking out
your harrowed cries

I’ve Found Fire

I’ve found fire through the coldness of her warm hands
flame so hot and bright, white light projects across the sky
water dripping from her fingertips making oceans near her feet
and there I stand, my hands cradling around her own
not a word shared between, let the silence be renown
She shivered into the air, her breath a gust of raging wind
Anger escaping from within
Her frame, still a cold, delicate mess
The light in her eyes grabbing at me, again, just as it had at dawn
I searched within her honey filled eyes for the words her lips were too blue to say
The fire in her palms growing yet her body, glistening ice
“I’ve found fire” she thought so hard I heard it travel from her mind
And into mine, but in that instant, a sleep befell her
The fire through the coldness of her warm hands
with the flame so hot and bright that white light projected across the sky
slipped between her fingers, beneath her knuckles
and tucked itself into my palms
setting loose a raging anger within