Burn Like a Roman Candle in the Night

| A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night, Forthcoming April 2022

 

Shame be damned

own the ruin of yourself

wear failure like a vintage

coat—torn, tattered heart—

     a worn out classic

soul of arcane salt and grit.

Outcast, iconoclast, standfast.

Beyond the black and white blah

of social norms we clash and crash

in the candle-lit dusk of conscious

dreams and darkest desires

I own the beast of self

dig my heels in,

bare my teeth,

and stand this new ground.

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