Tendril Dreams

Tendrils wrap my vows of splendor, for vanished dreams to not be remembered. We walk the valleys of brimstone and fire, admiring the manifestations of lacking desire.

I am the daughter, lover, visionary and bear, bearing the pins of lifetimes of work. I needle your thoughts into pliable actions, giving the directions, while you hand me the spoil.

Drudging through the trenches, we emit suffocation, with prayer hands for a laundered breath of air. I grab my mask and supply your ventilation first, only adding to the death of potential, breaking the rules and abating the only true victor.

Where are we in the world? Can you actually see? Or is this the collective haze of billions of false prophets. For we build the temporary lapse of truth and hold each other so dear, against our will, while pulling tighter into your life. Strife.