The Treasury

And if life is
as impossible
as it looks to me,
I've got to say,
I'm afraid to live it,
demons always at my
heels, trying to rip me
apart.
will the sulfur
choke me,
the fire burn me?
will I be
locked tightly
within a layer of crystalline ice?
if I allow myself
to love,
won't I be punished?
won't this whip
leave red-letter
scarlet scars
upon my heart?
do I want to move

forward?
this blockade
is so long,
so strong,
built upon stone with super-sand...
can I break it?

A/N: The title isn't supposed to make sense. Only my closest friends will understand.