I can’t escape her.
No matter how fast I run.
She’s everywhere. Lurking!
Like I am the Earth and she is the Sun.
Her heat is taxing.
As my thirst becomes dire.
While she showers her fury.
Reluctantly, I receive her fire.
I’m slowly burning.
From her solar flares.
She’s radioactive. Perilous.
Those dark eyes that stare.
So, my orbit continues.
As I relentlessly spin.
Failing. Faltering. Faithless. Farther and farther.
The state of my skin.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I