The marriage bed is burning
And I don’t hear anything at all
My diction is failing
The seams are splitting open on everything that we knew
Disgust and disdain pirouette in violent coitus
Emotive backlash. Shit titan stressor. Erode me
My own ceaseless thought, pedaling in circles
There are no walls that can contain
The bleak doubt that rests inside of us
I can smell the mantle burning
The wood is screaming and splitting open
The white mare isn’t leading me anywhere
Ash and soot is all that I have left