birds hiding in plain view

[burnunit]

I bought a flood to pour through the hard brittle master who binds me. I longed for a smaller fire, the inestimable dismantling of my captivity, the cost to loosen the swollen colors of lust or courage from the matter of my brain. I wanted something smaller to confront, a shorter pillar upon which to clamber upward and stand heaving at the top, lungs lit up from inside. It buries itself beyond the bridges, my blue city her lights lit with glee and smiles on the faces of her children at the sight of green things. I long to walk through the streets and embrace the deep scent of vegetable gardens at sunset, to face your eyes unfolding like the fins of fish that climb outragously high from the bottom of the deep the wings of bright wasps black and gleaming unfolded to embrace me, slip your sting inside me quite readily and stealthily please don't be forgetting how I'm not big on bloodletting not big enough not big enough at all