Mysterious rash
had ghosted over my countenance
like a red death mask;
a visual reaction
to hoped for fantasy
which once again eluded my grasp…
and failing to materialize,
it’s symptomatic augury
was forced to fade by the light of day.
Should this rosey warning
go unheeded…
will there be more permanent
bloodborne maladies?
A risk I must finally take
before I bleed away to nothing.
The truth is that my liquid courage
merely went to my head,
and being pigment free,
like an empty canvas,
I was stained in the spill of the fiery fluid.
Walking through flames
for the promise of heaven…
I was burned to a cinder
and left only ashes.
Written by Jason Wright
October 2, 2018