Mark this?

No; what are you talking about?
I never forget what I was looking for
just ’cause I crossed a threshold to find it. 

I say what it is
over and over again inside
my mind
till it’s done. 

To become like me,
vivid, unruled,
hold the match close enough to catch the edge of a sharpened word. 
If/when flames falter,
breathe out to keep it lit.

Can you remember, now,
what else happened
In the dark of that terrible night?

Astrobright to your filler.
Dance: that is all.

… By the way, i remember when you told me that you never burned those particular witches.
… By the way, i never mastered the trombone.
…I’ll never understand why the trees plant themselves along the fencelines.

I don’t cuss and fight
Anymore. 

My aim and approach are one in the same.
Breathe a word.
I’ll sheath the blade.
You know that I can do it.

That old girltalk mashup, what was it called?
That’s right;
Smash Your Head.

That old girltalk mashup, what was it?
That’s right;
Smash Your Head.