Withdrawn

A scarlet void expands 

an insult to burn through the summer swings

the world only has so much space 

for nothing 

 

This will never stop; it has a wounded heart for a stomach

and it craves to lash out

as the heart did for comfort(smothered

in forget-me-nots)

 

waves of bitter poured down this throat

looking to save a fish from dry land

gasping for air, choking

 

You cannot bring a rose to a funeral

merely stand witness

in this jury of purgatory

where apathy stands for persecution

and defense

Where speaking only speeds the result

bound to (be) my loss

Author's Note

One of many results of a productive evening.