Let Our Pain Brew

The winds are pushing through my aluminum shields,

They are running through my memories like scarlet minefields.

I stay close to the ground to avoid the fatal impact,

Waiting for my stained consciousness to call me back.

My hair catches fire whenever the empty sky bleeds.

Honey, you and I, we have the most amazing seats.

As long as we stay in this little storm for two,

The winds will hold us down and let our pain brew.

-Jackie