Nov
21st
Mon
21st
blistering destiny.
Drink until your heart spills out and you redefine decent mistakes. Lose something, gain something - remember how to hesitate.
Eliminate the fearless grounds and place needles beneath densely woven petticoats. Run broken fingers across unholy towns and frame those blistering sounds……bleed here - sew a seed here and pinpoint the year, when everything came spilling back out - sleepless nights once again found.
My veins ache here like a train wreck seeking refuge from the storm. And this does not make sense. This does not advertise the route that placed us here - and this will not show us the way out….this simply has to breathe - all over you and me, this needs to burst the seams and re-announce its destiny.
Free.
-Temna Fialka 2011
