Flame to a Thought

The world cannot conquer what is mine
Mighty does it try
Landless, forlorn, adrift even
Driven beside myself
Cannot fathom the measures taken against me
No sense of solid ground

Stood upright
Only to be knocked upon my ass again
Boot to my skull
I shall not yield
Tis mine
Knuckle white grip
Bathed in dirt and tears
My spine only rises
The world does not desire to see my teeth
Keep pushing me
Teeth it shall see
That and more
Feathers become bullets
Air thickened with blood spray
And spoilt dreams
Ashes to the fierce wind
Some things should not die

Slid down the bathroom wall again
Fists clutched to my eyes
Do not make me into this beast
Tremble to a flicker
Flame to a thought
Lit up like fire in the night sky
Dust in the cluttered corners of my mind
Skeletal claws creep closed over my throat

Feathers become knives
Angels pray for death this night
Mist curls over all that’s mine
Nothing invites me inside
Somber dead eyes mourn my losses already
Though my grip still will not release
Barreling through every wall I resurrect
Flames and steam
Flesh and spleen
How dare I
Simple drop in time
Nothing more
Yet not less
Terminal echoes ticking by
Rust stains the teeth

Quarter past empty
Still I hold my stance
Invoked my wrath
Set upon this path,
Pathetic such recklessness
No guilt no shame they reach for what is mine
My thoughts shoot out like scythe laced lightening,
Always know my spirit haunts unto the ends of time
Into the places even they cannot survive

© Christina Nabity
Written September 10, 2011