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This morning, the sideways rain of last night swallowed by the roots of the forest and the water pooled in craters along the road. Wind stroking its fingers through my tousled hair, my legs hum softly. Like the cup of water as the wash roars next door… Does blood spoil as it shakes? Get up, fool. We have all just begun! What will I tell your mother? Have you choked on this heavy air with its stir? Through the window and into your head with every lonesome bore? Or Perhaps it was your father And his failures? “There is no god”, you said. I can assure you the little ones still believe that is who you now embrace. Outside the worms crawl to the wet pavement and They are helpless under the sun whom rises while you sleep. I watch as the gulls pick them apart, and confer with myself That both you and them, had it coming. CB
Ladies and gentlemen, Those heard and those who listen, I am here- Fearing lies. Sheets of concrete slip and crack between a half beating heart and a transparent tongue. Only seconds differ irrational words in the empty space of lips- Trembling ones. I do not listen to a tone smooth from years of practice, worn with grin. Because words have meaning, thoughts between letters that can’t be heard. A curled lip. Shifted stare. I’m fixated, by the hand curling around your wrist, the way your feet can’t find a place. Your pallid uncertainty is so plain to see, like a red sky without purpose. You want to know how to hear the truth? I’m unsure myself if there even is. But a way to evade a lie? Don’t listen. JV
I miss you. I know that is not what you wanted but, I miss you. They told me life wasn't a wish granting factory. If that is true, how did you cease to be? Leaving no memory or trace of the broken heart that could have healed mine. I think of you. I know that's not what you wanted but, I think of you. I see you in the mirrors in my eyes, although you are free you scream and scream and scream begging to God to erase your existence. I wonder if you are me. I know that's not what you wanted but, I see myself in you. I hear the words you once screamed yet never screamed at all, my grandmother said that God doesn't always give us what we want but always what we need. So, I wonder why he took you, and every memory you had imprinted upon this earth. 16 years earlier, your mother holds what was once a positive, but this time around it is not. I know this is what you wanted. so why do you weep twinning tears, to match those of your mother? LC
Life is but a footprint in the snow one day the snow will melt in the blinding sun and his final steps the world will never know The fluffy flakes through the air make those little green eyes grow tiptoeing in a stiff snowsuit soon turns to a run but his final step the world will never know A bike under a tree tied up with a bow taking long midnight rides just for fun life is but a footprint in the snow the feeling of nerves before the middle school show the silhouette of a graduation cap against the setting sun but his final step the world will never know he had plans for the future and places to go the foolishness of childhood is done life is but a footprint in the snow but his final steps the world will never know |
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May 2019
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