they say you do your best work dying
dealing out the full deck
Devoting your soul to each suite
And
I've filled my barrel with boiling water
Rusted handle and splintered rim
A bucket of boiling water
A basin of bare knuckles and bruises
hoping if I dump and spill and burn
The queen will finally cradle, and melt
I'm hoping if I crash and crunch hard again
Someone will ease the pinch of my seatbelt
their shoulders in a phantom pain
I'm hoping if I take all of this energy
This burning hot empathy
And pour it down the gargling drain
And flick the switch
The bitter chunks of me will dispose
Hunks of skin and bone clogging the airways
They'll have to call a plumber then
Right away
They'll have to care then
Attention is driven by what is priority
And I am me
A smear of gum smuggled under a church bench
Only noticed when touched unintentionally
Only under a circumstance of confined responsibility
Not necessity
in a dark room
The window
has a certain glow
dark angel dresses as the role of the groom
Take me in your wings
Cradle me, and melt
In the snow, being boiling is bearable
In the snow, frostbite grows tender
I am on fire
For the hypothermia has hypothetically taken hostage of me
Appeasing me
-vivi
