The Shadows Catch

[hookedoncandycanes]

Throwing shadows in our eyes
displaces hangman goodbyes.
Hunching over breathless cries
above our heads the fire flies
branding brilliant butterflies
searing off revolting hi’s.
Those crimson lips melting lies
while that headstrong brother dies.
The hangman chokes on tethered lies
sinking soaring smoky highs,
gulping wings of butterflies.
Down the hatch the buggers fly!
Spiral decent, black spiral cries
be their last and unheard goodbyes,
throwing shadows in our eyes.

4.10.10
S.L. Rousey