The Wall and the Grill

Good, 

It has been good

The going has been good.

It has been healing:

Time heals.

When the walls came forward to stop

The grilling started.

Friction.

Heat.

Dust.

Crack.

Blunt.

Pierce.

Entangled.

But, we fought to disentangle.

So when I try to come out of the piercing,

From you, the wall,

I have to pierce my own self,

Backwards.

It is not a shield that contains the grill,

It is a protective measure.

Once out,

The memory remains

With:

The cracks and blunts.