Escapril Bleeds the Sand

Your pretentiousness is subjective we write early in the sun 

awake my intuitions: pen & ink carry on. 

Dead eyes staring, 

Leering from the dark 

Let me fall,

 It's now evident, how you've given up. 

Misery of precious stares. 

Will we bleed the sand? 

Enraged by this silence 

Forgotten: always am. 

Seasons blazing 

A thrush of grasses capture 

Elliptical corona, 

Take a deep breath. 

Paths now divided 

Exhaling future 

Oh, brother, we're so different. 

You went right, I go left. 

Leaving forever, the house we lived in 

Dead birds cling 

Finding ways to kill these feelings. 

Hollowed earth 

Buried memories of long ago 

not far from a yesterday, better off entombed.