Keep a tryst that peels the skin from fear,
pierce the clouds before the fight begins,
pull on every chain they have you by,
and feed the flames beneath your hero’s life.
Tonight, instead of sleep, embrace the strife
fucking kept at bay. Do not deny
the chaos. Test the dark where hope begins.
The only place you need to be is here.
You do not have to nurse the injured bird.
You only have to mourn what you have marred.