Found Red Again

 

Red threads,

dread,

of sweetness

in the air.

A breeze of particular

thickness

jumps me

to no end.

Suffocating,

as it glances

over the sound of

laughter

after finishing

painting frames

together

in the palpable

space.

Now, I wonder

where all mistakes

were to find

themselves

forgotten.

But maybe,

just for a second

the current steps

taken

towards

a beautiful, familiar

yet forsaken

chaos

of the most gorgeous of

tentative

destructions.

They're the

flowers

of the siren call

awoken

now I'm left,

but nothing

as my broken

boat in which

I sail

through the darkness

as it

soots

my clothes in a

never washable

renew,

a shrew.

Now

anew

my thoughts gather

as I frailty pick

my pieces after

a new blow

under the hood.

And the chest tightens

and the blood corrodes.

And the belly fractures

as the whole world turns.

Over to the power

I once withhold.

Now the ruleset changes

and reality's shaken 

as she steps

gracefully

yet carelessly

into

my Frame.