Running scared through a forest fire
They thunder on hooves and paw
Embers whipped up with each panicked step
As sparks erupt from immolating trees
How has otherness decimated your landscape?
Deceptive and foolish
Immature in every facet
And I watch it burn from a distance and feel an indescribable ache
How has sorrow graced this landscape so completely?
Trampling all that I have sought so desperately to cultivate
The jungle shrieks but only I can hear it—
And I feel nothing but alone.
I don’t deserve this—
to be treated in this manner
To endure some other eon of heartache
Against the grain of the world that I have become so accustomed to
And why? Why is my love never enough?
Why is everything always at odds?
as bairn destroying everything in carelessness
how I have come to fetishize and end to heartache
the word is tolerate—
like a weakness that I have felt exploited so many times before
I feel the language refract and reverberate
As if toleration is a fulcrum of my electric ire
Tolerance as bolts of lightning consuming some cathode
a nexus of my own disgust rendered in a crackling, illuminating plasma,
twitching off in all directions into darkness
setting fire to all that I hold sacred
as if I am retreating into myself
where the trees forget my name
overcome with regret
for all the effort I put into going nowhere.