Sober Beasts

we simmer and stew. close to the flame. far from the heat. we spoil and break.

soft cures dance on the blade.

we boil and evaporate. condensation and heat. a moist surrender. a skeptical victory.

we are lost. as all fragments tend to be. jagged shapes consumed by the grey.

the deeper colors forget. monsters and cocoons. steps from heaven the ground gives way.

the pleasures of damnation overwhelm. and deftly persuade.

we are loud. as loud as silence can be. content with our sharp edges. the corners it keeps. and the skin it has claimed.