t minus 7 a.m.
This is the aftermath
Thoughts stream down the walls
Losing wasn’t losing
but a means to gain it all.
Quivering thighs never stained with scarlet
Myths were tucked back into their bed.
Wanting to experience the colors
which were played inside my head.
Just a song from a local bird
chimed to send it all along.
Such positive tones behind its words
Reassuring love shared nothing wrong.
Pressures pressing onward, finding.
and sharing secrets the tenth degree
Connecting a line of string inside
to every sensor you set it, rinnnnng
Fallen from no graces
Falling towards a sea of green
Submerged me in the waters
a gasp of breath, I breathe
