that's mrs. mediocrity to you

and live in the sky

.

he’s my best hero and keeps my eyes dry

the screech owl purrs softly in the trees beneath your belt.
a song of winter’s ending and survival’s lullabye.
we’re both quiet, nursing wounds, warming sounds by the fire.

i remember now
what I’ve been missing
these nights, trapped inside

these stars, this sky,
these ghosts all a-glitter
in the darkness of why

we’re both hunting, he and i.
not for food, but for solace.

the north star sits high just left of center stage
the only truth to believe in society’s cage

the geese are telling stories to the moon’s redundant scry.

it’s such a still night
almost forever

the screech owl serenades the darkness with his cry.

i have burned all the bridges

the ones you built and the ones you buried

none of them were sound
and besides
you don’t understand music

but even so
this isn’t a phoenix story
it’s a tale of smoke and ash
destruction disguised as romance
and filtered through deliverance

i don’t need a god to offer salvation
or forgiveness

i’m not afraid to stand beneath this sky
and speak my truth

absolution
just another false path to reprieve

…

i once told you
forward is the only direction

and then watched you walk away

what you took
was my advice

as i was writing words
to the story you were living

and i saw smoke without noticing
you were the flame

those bridges weren’t built for redemption
they were built to enable your game

…

in my hand i hold one last match
not meant for you after all

wasted time and lost permission
memory scarred by blisters

this one’s for the wick
of my own candle

i am fire
i am light
i am inferno

watch me blaze

…