these damp bleachers
sit
with the smoke
trying
to strangle my throat
exhale from my last burning monologue
I am an audience
caught in a circle of mist
full
of memories and monsters
ghosts that remember your name
a crown only seen
through the lights
of silhouetted homes
in a colossal peak
of suburbs
to wall out the trees
the clouds crawl over
leaving me
a spectator in an arena
for the gods
only I'm tall enough
for them
to see the emotion in my eyes
dressing myself in the night
reaching up
to claim a piece of the sky
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