Bad Choice

The safety of locked doors

and dogs asleep at my feet

The oyster tried to open

my front door with laughter

holding with it lilac wine

on vinyl and chocolate kisses

every dream palpable

vampire white smile

enticing my core

bold blood

begging me

to open out

to fly into

his abyss

with my

sapphire winds

No

I have work to do

I shut the blinds

to new adventure

I have to wait

After all

I have responsibility

I lock the door

My skin tight

my blood turns soft

My wings thin

weathered feathers fall

the dogs stop barking

The past wind

not settled

enough to embrace

a new hurricane

heart clamp

too tight

to pump

or run wild

and reckless

with a

new beast

I clinch my fist

A somber realization

I have become

the coward

that I had very

much despised

in him

Tonight

I rest

behind a

blue light

of denial

Find a way

to push

the old seed

from my soil

A taste of being afraid

Remains sour on my tongue