Submitted 07/09/2026 for Screwed XXii Poetry Contest, Sponsor - Rob Carmack. Date written: 05/30/2026
i saw your smile, then fell from grace - plunged like Icarus out of the lofty skies and traded that innocuous, frigid space for the beautiful muddle in your eyes. i watched my clean slate begin to fade; the homespun, pristine virtues turn to dust and fully embraced the holy wreck we made out of a placid, fragile trust. because heaven is a mere patient cage of tediously slow hymns and blinding white in comparison to this colliding rage, this enchanting freefall through the night. if planting my feet firmly against your skin means that paradise is forever lost to me, then, by all means, let my sentencing begin... for I will wear the wreckage quite happily.
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