show your bones.

i am a wonderful magician.

i can make almost anything disappear. Feed an ocean of fire, and gluttony, thoughts that linger, like living dead. Never to exhume for further investigation. A once cluttered closet space, now barren like aired plains under scorching skies. Shall i trade the heat ridden land, for one with ashed skies, and fruit of black? Or stay here and drink from the water i myself have polluted with hope, dreams, skeletons and bones long forgotten.

I lay with these tonight, pull them close as a lover.


p.s-for your troubles, i offer some insight.