Red Clash

Whipped, like blood runs down burned backs
Fight bubbles, nitrous, in the blood
Sun darkened skin scarred, angry tracks
Rage curdles, boils, tensions run up

Whipped, like cream, emulsified
The million feelings mixed inside
What was heavy becomes light
But not without a raucous fight

Whipped like horses, forced to run
Hooves baked and wounded by the crust
Beneath the heartless, fiery sun
The gentle earth rots into dust

Whipped like “beat”, like “dogged”, more, tired
The silence thudding in your skull
Consciousness reeling wild and wired
Deluded shine, eye sockets dull

Whipped, like owned, like heart controlled
The helpless hunger in your bones
Knowing your fate is not you own
Soft’ning your mettle into stone

Whipped! That Crack! That sonic blast
Heart shudders and your eardrums ache
As inward displaced air collapses

The moment where the peace must break