Life has never been the metaphor I've wished it to be.
When avalanches bring burning heat
It's been real.

The bubbling sensation of a boiling scalp.
Blistering fingers
Scorched lips
Singed brows

I awake to life
No metaphor
Less similie

Live
Breath milk shake through coffee straws

Smoke cigarettes without
Letting go of smoke.

Lungs and dead tissue
Fearing oxygen

Over grown abortion
Running through labs,
Asking spark,
to take back fire
That should've never been

Resurection acsends with too much burden
Can't remember death
But I'm sure that I felt no pain

Greatest challenge has always been life
Which is what also makes it fun.

Ironic sick comedy
Laughing at its dead

Empty limbs stiff
Moving only through tickeling winds
Still as branches
Stiff as a board

I fear what I can't remember
What isn't palpable

Life remains the only option.
The only obstacle.