You have always been one brilliant thing but every fist fight you get into divides a bitter sum, split lip, the value of the sun gold + heavy as rings you wear to leave damage still a shackle engraved so pretty you put it on yourself. You wondered what the trick was years ago and now you’ve spat enough blood and tooth shard to know it was a sucker’s punch bet the whole time.
The noise in your skull is concussive, concussion, it says endure. Your slide sideways lets you brace against the storm and let it howl like the wind winding past you. Calls you a cheat. You call it clever and grimace not smile. More hyperbole than simile. You are always too much, too bright + loud + sturdy. Can’t get rid of you, nothing like you. Endure. Endure. When the lightning splits the sky apart for a second it is the closest comparison golden light meant to do damage.
You don’t know how to weather a clear sky when it comes. Forecast. Impact. Heavy + gold sun sitting bright behind your eyelid. Blink and a concussive eclipse knocks the light out of your blood the drop comes from your lip and rings gold, rings noise against the floor. Your knuckles crack with the sound of cooling glass splintering. Vulgar fulgurite. Meant for fighting. When it all comes apart at your picked seams it’ll take your light from you and finally let you collapse.
BURNS OUT NEVER // PD