Blue Robes

It was not from the fire that I sought escape,
but from the flames; the disfigured plastic skeletons,
that cloaked the molten rubber of their remains in robes of blue flame.
their eyeballs ablaze behind their concealed misery.
they flapped their gills of spaghetti string,
their blue exterior engulfing the air in a charcoal haze.
Sentinels of unburned flesh they hunted for all that was ripe.
The stench of my pulse compelled them, 
the oils glistening of a skin still taut with complexion,
rekindled an ancient gnawing.
A past surge electrified, intensified,
muffled by the grinding of brittle teeth on rotting scalps.
I pedal blindly against an indifferent ground,
fueled by the pounding of a latent voice,
violently propelled into a seething awakening.
The echoing screech of battered insomnia
pierced through the facade between worlds.
Ripping through my guts with a porous gurgle.

Bloating my organs,
vehemently stretching my encasement to a struggle of fibers.
My defiant curl squeaking with every dissonant futile clutch.
My stubborn desperation inflated with the gasps of a swallowed breath that has never tasted silence,
trembled with a feeble wheezing
suffocated by the howls of patient silhouettes
sustained by restless winds.
Roused by a disintegrating memory
dragged into a hunt they can never taste,
tormented by unsatisfied illusions that melt in their wake.
Their glimmering blue eye sockets instantly dissolving my shedding incessance.
I surrender into mounds of crippled limbs;
an arid tongue wrung limp of its juices.
Their shimmering robes hazy with vaporizing delights
paralyze me in an undulating mist and subdue all traces of unyielding interjections.
My sheer case liquified in rivers of glaze.
Assembled pools lathered between the cracks of cackling fools
masked with fleeting respite.
They recede like subdued fiends into their amorphous retreats.
My face a released wound
rasping with vein-like reprieve,
weeping in symmetry amidst an ashen ground
that revels in colors that had long ago become clouds.
It knew my raped face and savored my wavering life
as it gushed into crystallized roots
deep within the vapid layers of a surface that still recoils with the charred echo of all that here lie.