ohheyian

There were burning aspects of the forest in his lungs
offering alms of euphoria between dark sleeps
forgotten dreams lingered on severed tongues of flame
a cycle of rest that was left for someone else
to find a pattern hidden inside a loop on an unlabeled mile marker
perhaps you’ve taken this road before, perhaps it was one of your ancestors
it may even be a debt that was written in a ledger of blood
a bitter herb brewed into a strange tincture, sipped slowly.