The Somewhere: Lucifer
The slip from
Unopened gates of a world I had lived
Was not particularly the hardest
More so was the descent, where I found time
Seconds counted in decades
To swallow the misgivings
Bloomed as my fallen feathers
And the certainty
My skirt grasps the falling winds of January.
It pulls me into the next
My new home
Where flesh burns with fire
And light is abruptly consumed
In a descending spiral
Synonymous to my revolt once again status quo
Though in this proveb
No angels dive in my stead.
And whether this was the choice
That led to the optimal ending, I will only know.
New Year snow is the flame.
The school bus pulls into the drive by the gym
And it is the