Guardian

Flick
Flame
Burn my lips
Burn my name
Inhale 
Choke
My words filled
With toxic smoke
The crickets are harmonizing
On this silent summer night
Swerving roads
No headlights
It seems I've left town 
And no one knows it
It seems I lost my mind
Being with you undoubtedly shows it
Roll down the windows
So I can swim the breeze
Feeling the freedom 
I believe I need
Buckling knees
Starry night
No gripping desire
To try and fight
For stationary settle
No stove and kettle
Whistling responsibility
Just us and the open road
That is all I want to know
Standing through the ceiling 
Suffering a feeling
What have I done?
The unthinkable
Its taboo
Now I'm laying here with you
Bloody
Bashed
Bones smashed
Flick 
flame
Burn my body
And soon
Forget my name

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Papaya]

Hi Ashlyn, I really enjoyed this journey. For me, it described so well the allure of something that becomes very intoxicating and ultimately leaves us ruined, having stolen something from us that cannot be replaced. Your flow and word choices are excellent along with the little subtle rhymes injected which create a sort of 'hit' or punch. Anyway, I really liked it.

[Ashlyn Olivia]

Thank you so much!

[Papaya]

You're welcome, my pleasure!

[Lorry]

The roads we take are seldom the same we envisaged ourselves to be on, yet we do find ourselves on them, hoping for a sign that will attract us long enough to see the bigger picture and our place within it. All we can do as bystanders is hope that they find their way back to us. Wonderfully vivid description of the need and the want overtaking what we are.