Inversion

The_World_is_a_Playground_by_xetobyte

I used to walk

Until dawn surrendered

Adroitly to dusk

My terminal tethered

To the horizon

To a land

Primitive with heat

And lascivious wires

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I sought the nostrum

Of a more compelling

Illusion

My life being

Wholly inconceivable

I welcomed

Asphalt flowers into

My soiled heart

For is it not tenacity

That propagates myth

To chase the sun

Whatever the expense

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I used to wear a forgery

Of my asperous smile

Each scar accented

From a pretentious palate

Each virtue smeared

Haphazardly

Into the lower lashes

Like the blight

Of an impious contagion

Uncompromising

I grew fearfully

With a predisposition

To inversion

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This is a deeply personal and traumatic piece I am not certain it makes sense outside of my own head. As a child I would walk until my shoes filled with blood, it was my way of escaping a horrible home life.