Both eyes burn to the blurring point.
Wet, stinging tears stream down beet blood cheeks.
All the while, each breath grows shallow.
Between clenched teeth that breath burns hot.
Trying to stare through blurred eyes equals futile.
The point in trying so hard?
To look on at what's caused so much trauma?
To stare hard at those blinding sights?
Only one answer comes when you try.
That answer is simply, to try.
A Foolish endeavor To wake up so Ready And Able to Fail Over and over Then Dream Success Coming to save the Day
When those pops go off, my cat rushes away Towards the only corner of safety, I think I know In that instant of explosion, of beer-fueled fun Factors comprised of festive jingoism and commercial Natio
Muffled heat wraps itself around me with aggressive legs. Humidity, so eager, so ready, roughly sends its love down my throat. Ultraviolet rays scatter down and scratch my flesh in a lover’s frenzy. S