October Noir Tourniquet


To know the light Is to know the sun
I reached out Just to know the burn
By breath I am bound My oxygen
Of God I have found In the depths of Hell

Maybe I Hold the flame for a little while
Blindsided hit
Sweet bitterness
Maybe love
Is not meant for my grip
Is this a noose
Or a tourniquet?

A water source Whispered air
Internal fire And earthly bed
The seasons know The elements
To touch its flesh And taste it’s lips

I think I’m fallen I think I’m falling in love
There goes Alice Down this rabbit hole
Stain glass cobblestone roads

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