Gleed of a Summit's Resurgence

Gleed of a Summit’s Resurgence

By: Kosative D.
 

Hot breathe in between a stone!
Rot and death as the embers moan.

Tweeze an extreme relinquishing debt--
off of the cliff to only forget.

Make the flames turn purple red--
Lift the life to reveal the dead.

                                    I bled.

                       My insides out.

Accordance of toxins; my tongue to spout.
Absurd inspiration with a hint of doubt.

Pass me a place mat!
I’ll eat my soup.
Scorching the gleed vat
in the flames hot hoop.

Hook it, hook it!
The summits suffice!
Never hard to cook it
with embers like ice.

Renovate the resurgence;
Activate the grave.
For time will recompense
what the fires will save.