Next Queet

NEXT QUEET 10-18-2015 by jr Thornton “Did you mean all those? All the ones built to hurt.” Is there form, plan, or purpose? To those devices To the bridge connecting Was it intention to make sure it has burnt? Maliciously never-ending Devoid of way with no more choices Backed into a corner Rabidly defending a broken voice Viciously attacking an emotional donor A psychic vampire Fooled once shame on the other But fooled more than twice. Ashamed for another. Walking in fire Sprinting desire. Absolute oblivion. Absolute hell. Encased in her heart. Engraved on my soul. Even still revealed a charade A farce. A final curtain, or maybe a false start. Remain ambiguous. Elusively evade. Judgmental and harsh No love, or future certain. No reason or universal constant. Thought I had something romantic to say, But only had to fart.