Tracking Madison

So close

Her smell is everywhere

A hidden path

I can’t find my head

My thoughts filled with birds

Rotten feathers

Distant nightmares

Voices Echo

Tires in rain

Greed for gain

Dollar bills and salt

Fresh blood in my nose

Garbage leads the way

My breath hot

My hands ready

Something to prove

To conquer

Wrapped in good intention

For selfish gain

Proving self

Sacrificing heart

A cage

A door

Invisible lies swell in their hearts

A bitter smell,

pulling at my toes

Dreaming

Needles prod her skin

Loneliness whispers in dark corners

Emptiness swells

I will find her

She will reverse what is done

Somehow

Follow the fire

 

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