Soft Sand Mad Glance

Cradle me in cradles of embracing cacti arms. Hold me so with hornet stings in compassionate swarms. An instance of ice swallows, fading the warm. Shackles to nausea grip me in such discordant storms. And it was always a cloud vowed rain that would protect. But I got away as a one off drizzle, grey and derelict. Overcast I'll fall out cast out, let me hit the ground. How'd I outlast when with static breath was I bound? Hold me until I fold at the creases, I missed understanding. Your manic, panicked kisses sting of fear with every landing. Secure me in safety, you hold me close in falsity. Serrated serendipity sawed through, but they have teeth! Iron plates these dentures, halfof few incisors chewed. Platinum irritation encased me after I knew... Long since has the sky stopped being blue...