That humid night

Lately, the confines of this sapphire have bogged down and come onerous. All of us shades like grains of sand brushing past millions in the maelstrom of earth. The soil rich or poor yields to the pressure and feeling my outline bind and buckle. Contort and wretch into a misshapen form. Against you. The amalgamation we formed as our insanity, agony, and hopes intertwining in one liquid inferno. Like the crimson embers and sunset soiree shimmering ardors that embellishes the passing of our union, the darkness like plush and luxurious velvet undulates in the nights air with twinkling accoutrements in its vastness. The birthing of an exordium, a discourse, and its end. Wrought from the pain and silent passion of cold emptiness and desolation. Forged from the sex and violence of a cruel menagerie that's odium seethes from its' teeth. An object of perfect form. The metallic punctuation to all the vicissitudes that cackle at what misfortune they bequeath to their hosts. If one had the luster of bronze upon their brow and the volatile propensity of a volcanic dynamo dormant inside. Should that one be so soft and forgiving and wreak the devilry of their insidious grasp upon the inside of a double helix waltz swirling through the gunmetal and bursting forth unto it. For though strong and vigorous. Steadfast and diamond. They are brittle. Such a compromise that's irony breaches the souls equanimity and quells the minds repose to usher a second of time to its grave. Like an infant's first glimpse of light. Blinding, unknown, profound, unadulterated. Bathed in luminescence. Enveloped by serenity. The blossoming of unburnt powder. A flourishing radiance of fire and waste. Its petals wilting in microseconds. The glint of the slide reeling back and the bullet. Like a surgeon, delves through the supple skin and carves through the antechamber. Then as if a gorgeous spectacle of fantastic presence enters above the foyer. And the neurons dressed formally and some ostentatious do gawk with awe at oblivion. Gallantly she strode through the flesh and like a malcontent fiend repulsed all away. Gallivanting wanton and indifferent, smiling in jubilee through the doomed spectators. The void collapses and the cranial ballroom floor is occupied and tumultuous. Bustling with tempestuous tempo and haste. And the other guests flee like crimson needles as they ruptured the pearl white walls to crash like shards of glass do when the bottle hits the floor. The lungs exhale as they've drowned in the liquor but the walls are red and blood is thicker. Alcoholic fumes f**k the smoke in the suicidal air. The walls a ruby rorschach that's inkblots intermingle with the pulped grey matter and skull. As the serenade continues with a duet of death and deceit; the chair teeters back and rocks, to fall like leaping star-crossed lovers do with four legs airborne above the onyx shoals that preen in the tides ebb and flow. Hair flowing in the wind like water in the angsty sea. What floorboards resemble manzanita but hadn't worn the color? The ravenous rats with wicked tongues do stir beneath them in the sanguine rain. Devouring the fleeing guests as they ooze from the ivory chalice. The woman travels onward with her cacophonous wail in the night. But soon like the apple must come to rest. Tame, tremulous, and inert. Rot and filth and decay plague the future but the stagnation of post mortem lies forever still. The prostrated flesh now devoid electricity and animation turns from whence it came. And we grains of sand fornicate with the dust as we too shall come to know death's embrace. Or come to fuse again.