blood of a bitch, childish effigy, repressive
algid paraffin drips
seals the cellar door.
penance for years of open doors.
weren't the walls glass anyway?
wax melts from the ground up,
it pools over the ignited egress,
preventing any ingress.
polychromatic oil combines with the snow.
colors swirl,
that beauty that can only be achieved in a toxic spill.
the surface of the door pitted,
years of insect rot, and weather,
tidal pools, of eroded skin, now filled
by lava/larval doll salve.
bubbles foam over the wax glaze,
sinks in cracks and imperfections in the door.
forced up by the temperature change,
a seal in the hinges created by melting kerosene and ice flakes.
the puppet now dissolved,
and the entrance now shut,
picking up the torch,
i scrape the asphalt from my knees.
pebbles and sealant lodged in my own skin.
less an arsonist, then a controlled burn to keep it locked, it and me.
seals the cellar door.
penance for years of open doors.
weren't the walls glass anyway?
wax melts from the ground up,
it pools over the ignited egress,
preventing any ingress.
polychromatic oil combines with the snow.
colors swirl,
that beauty that can only be achieved in a toxic spill.
the surface of the door pitted,
years of insect rot, and weather,
tidal pools, of eroded skin, now filled
by lava/larval doll salve.
bubbles foam over the wax glaze,
sinks in cracks and imperfections in the door.
forced up by the temperature change,
a seal in the hinges created by melting kerosene and ice flakes.
the puppet now dissolved,
and the entrance now shut,
picking up the torch,
i scrape the asphalt from my knees.
pebbles and sealant lodged in my own skin.
less an arsonist, then a controlled burn to keep it locked, it and me.