by ale

Do you wonder out
in the evenings
to find a common comfort
light beneath a candle
lavender scents and periwinkles
but choke on wax
and swallow fire
with a thirst unquenchable
as doubts tease in your mind
only to return home with
a stomach as empty
as your heart

because your fantasies were never alive
and nothing could ever
neutralize the acids eroding
your gut or satiate the
creatures nauseating your lungs

so you drown out
the dense echo of the drip
drops of drying blood
and let the subtle burn
bury under imaginary starlight
or await streams of mornings
to-dos and what-nots.