Despite.
There's two steps to the danger zone.
A small inch to spark a burning road.
So close to the abyss of ashy days,
Stumble through the frame of a tiny phrase,
Breath caught and left to collect.
Infinite and minuscule;
The spaces between blurred images and eyes,
Forever a feather on cool tile floors.
I woke you up in scratchy sheets,
To a pulse that had long since lost it’s beat.
A small inch to spark a burning road.
So close to the abyss of ashy days,
Stumble through the frame of a tiny phrase,
Breath caught and left to collect.
Infinite and minuscule;
The spaces between blurred images and eyes,
Forever a feather on cool tile floors.
I woke you up in scratchy sheets,
To a pulse that had long since lost it’s beat.