ALIVE, TRANSPARENT, ON FIRE.
Yesterday I had an epiphany
while walking around blind…
That liquid heaviness
of unlived lives
clung to my skin,
soaking through
my mirrored eyes,
becoming solid
stone, metal, concrete
that I set on fire.
Diamonds are dangerous
things,
created from other things
that are long since dead.
Desire burns
in the air that
demands we have wings–
alive, transparent, and on fire.