Burning Bridges

I'm somewhere else...

Find yourself

back in the blacktop desert

swimming in your mindless scribbles

a pit of tar and bleached bones

tip-toeing (keep your chin up)

          to sneak downstairs

and out the door

Is it a duel

or an evaluation

when you're back to back

with your 16-year-old self

when ten paces isn't enough

to justify looking back

when you put yourself up for sale

and I'm still the highest offer

 

We were fortunate enough

to discover fake

in a town where the wet concrete

begged us for our footprints,

dark grey and moist as it all baked

and panted like a dog

locked in a parked car

but now

we're off to burn bridges

you are off

and I am on fire

leaving cinder-soaked impressions

all over your mind

like when we met

and where you slept

and why was I ever there at all?

what a cruel

twist of fate

that our wrists were carved hollow

with initials and hearts

that our eyelids had been sewn

with Xs instead of Zs

that I found my reflection

in your sick, florescent eyes

and you found yourself

someone else to get tired of

Reviews

[Richard Layne]

Some great imagery, disturbing imagery, here. I especially like the last verse and the last line is awesome.
and to answer your question, i think its an evaluation.