bait and switch
Glass Bursting Rage
Johanna M. Geiger
Glass bursting rage
A forced reckoning
Do you remember walking in bearded twilight?
Hands held: a mask of forgiveness
Pattering rain and the hopeless wish for time to pause.
I was and now we are
this visage of simple perfection – only ever one step from procurement
There is nothing, nothing, nothing else for us here.
a cyclical happenstance whittling away at my sanity
the booming voice of reckoning lures me to widening possibility,
but without the indication of subtlety.
gliding on hope and misspent motivation
here, in the garden of good intentions, I am weakening.
wide-eyed insomnia present,
wisps of malevolence looming over each dreaded morning
There is a way out of this, there is.
Miles from here in a saddened bunker –
I have stored away my secret weapon:
experience in hibernation.