Shards, Scars and Soot

Funny turn in the road leading to the crashing of the tires, the shards flew higher into the treetops, gravity, and to the ground, the window was left in a state of the mire, damsel in the closet was stuck at the moment grasping the shattering sound.

The crowd gave her the look and their suspicious supporting hands, all ever she could wonder at that subconscious moment and the newfound lost lands, bruises and scars face to the leg to the heart and to the mind, intoxicated and drugged landed up to this instance, how she had to find.

Take it easy don’t inhale the smoke that has been clouding your thoughts, picture and gather the moments that you have caught, love, the instant hit keynote, the fragile gloat, and the strong antidote, baby knees weak, so what, the brain not dead and you are still the lifeboat.

Recovery from that pretty momentous moment that changed the fringes to hinges, take a walk, sip down the drink and lay low till the lunatic has been uncaged, thunder under his heels and the eyes ripped the soul of the mirror, don’t be afraid, savior, hold on to him, and make everything conquer!