apple crisps

Even more obscured and out of view.

My secret desire born from fire.

tail slapping against the floor;

in the sympathy of ‘guns guns gun’s.

I chewed my gum and softly quieted him

I begged for release. For he only shook his head,

softly and gently moved to his hind legs; and took my hand.

I see him coming, my little boy.

By my fringe hanging askew.

There is only one reason I haven’t abandoned my dreams.

My one true love.

That shant be over, Of the odds, and the promises.

After all is lost, after all is shattered as of a boulder.

A scream ripped from a mouth, of a past regret

Hands clawing, grasping and yearning for that thing,

That Thing that would save their life. For it was always here,

Especially if you are caucasian

The only way for it to appear

Is with tedious effort and a hot oven

The lightest of eyes and bluest ones

His paws scattered across, extra thumbs

Mouth askew and screaming oh-so-softly

For he yearned for snack, just one

In his mouth, grasped in his tongue harshly

As if to announce “look what a beautiful world I found you.”

But then my angst and teen instincts kick in

Why should I care

The devil prevails.

His dripping tendrils of shadows Hold me back.

From the best and only snack.

Any kind of apple would be nice.

But only one can help me heal.

For on the floor in blood I kneel.

The one thing to help me live.

My life in shambles and closing the door.

But I’m suddenly stunned by a guiding light.

Crashing thimbles stall the band

For in the end the only way