Silverfish

Here is no compliance.
No 'why?'
No sacrifice.

Paired with the best
and most beautiful.
Taken with raging abhorrence
and such gentle gratitude.

A sweet escape
which rises and falls
and bends and breaks
laying glass in the alleyways.

And then there is timidation,
but convenience and solidity.
An easy breath among
rings of dark clouds–

the stale taste of red.