Torching the forensic files to ashes that cover these scars, was the prevention plan obviating the obtuse stars. Fall free from this periphery gone stagnant from the fringe; dangling oh so flaccid. It’ll mend you in a universe that falls in one place, flaunting a well decorated lace of satin masquerading around a face that remarks, “Bleed now, because here come the sharks.”

Communicate at the drive-in and know it was the inspiration behind every word eloquently eroding off a mouth interpreting a lullaby. Transcending from above to below, gently caught in the ebb of the flow - gently caught in the movement, in the voice. You’ve tried so hard, sheltered by sores, but you can’t steal what’s already yours.

Neanderthalic vibrations across stage-right inclinations, and the music will never be fabled so long as the vinyl spins on the record table.

Red eyes in the movement - bright eyes in the crowd. One foot in the water, engulfed in crimson cloud. I’m a fish among the scandals; my gills left marked.

“Bleed now, because here come the sharks.”

Here they come, swimming around my lungs. Here they come.