Yesterday, I stormed grass fields
when 96 degree weather became
the record high.
I scrutnized the miles ahead like I
was a mountaineer with a cave of
jewels to discover.
Rain sprinkled yet never swarmed;
maybe I just wanted it as a
weapon,
to shield me within its fury
so I could shout and sob and
no one
would question.
Viridian glass sparkled from beneath
my tennis shoes, and I christened it,
impulses pushing me to keep touching
its sharp edges
until I became a dagger.
My eyes were blurry, heart weary,
because I couldn't see tomorrow
(today)
in any prominent light...
I kept chasing tails of thoughts
that would never be mine,
dreams I could never entirely fulfill.
We'd do anything, for each other.
For thrill, for adrenaline, for relief,
for those testimonies of catharsis...
