fire

in circling the drain
life gives you pause to reflect.
flailing drowning man.

in the toothless bark
echoes from many a fight.
rekindling glory.

the sliver of sun
slips into my morning bed.
spooning with sunbeams.

darkness spreads
its stain seeping like ink
into bright places.

in the beginning
life was but a rainbow dream.
now just razor blades.

you can talk
or you can walk.
both are best.