Saturday, April 2, 2016

i run into a field.

i run into a field that's grey i see fire
i run past hurricanes, past flowers, scars orbiting
each other. i run
toward the burning. a bright light
wants to swallow me. i run toward the
glow that's to set me on fire.

i run into a field my skin comes off me, disintegrates
to give itself to the insects.

i run into a field, and i know nothing
again. silence allows its fire.

run. run into a field