Wreckless (Into the Fire)
Missed Connections from Vermont
Wreckless (Into the Fire)
Let’s wreck the walls between us
Smash them with our bodies now
Let them break, our fall to pieces.
My blood throbs the seconds through darkened veins in a countdown
to first impact.
Ours spent years minutely smoldering.
You have the map, you know the eXact location of ground zero.
eXcuses burn away
we have been eXcruciated in cold water too long to believe in heroes.
I am burning the shipwreck for heat in the dark light of the sharp new moon.
I am clenching teeth in the thrill of emerging unkilled.
New disasters beckon on one horizon
Sweet oblivion on another
I gaze instead into the lawless flames
And see the glistering of your eyes, your teeth, your claws.
Her Two Cents
Sometime, it’s immensely satisfying to smash a breakable object: a plate against the floor, a glass thrown at a brick wall, wooden keepsakes broken underfoot and thrown into a fire. There’s a rush, an elevated sensation of violent release that feels like a tsunami rushing through our veins. Powerful. Unstoppable. Inevitable. Is it reckless to wreck what stands in our way or is destruction a part of our nature?
