Spike

SPIKE

transpierce

run through things

skewering many hearts

sharp spindles draw hot blood

fountains splatter it on streets

“penetrate with pointed object”

Personal Space

This is me in my me-zone, and this place is pretty sacred to me.

Bitter recollections

Unwilling to

Remember all the mistakes

Nevertheless, think of them again.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Useless trash to get rid of them.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Wood to give you warmth.

BURN your fears,

Your sadness, your horrors,

Your insecurities,

Your worst memories.

BURN your flaws,

The criticisms,

The self-loathing

And hatred you’ve always had.

And blow your problems away,

Just as you blow away these ashes,

And always believe in

A better life, without scars.