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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