Iris drowns in rains of salted water,
Glass shattered, arrows shot
Into the molecules of every matter,
I thought life wasn’t a lot.
Piles of dust swirling around my seat,
lungs screaming, voice shattered,
The exit signs are now lit.
Look across, hope is scattered.
Engine starts to heat,
Its rusty pieces smell like time,
Wings are bleeding, broken down,
Hard for pictures to speak now.
Smudged colors on our faces fade away
As my chair lifts off and chains me to stay,
Inside of all the ashes that words have become,
Burnt by all the fire this engine has begun.
I’m neither gone, nor there,
A purgatory in a white, shiny shell,
I sink because I chose my own cell,
I’d go back for the touch of olive colored hair.
Rising now, seatbelts buckle
One last bleeding wing to tackle.
Winds throw me into alienation,
Swords protrude my spine,