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my

thoughts

beat as

Quickly as

the Wings of

the not

Quite

Chloroformed

moth

caught

in my

upended

Jar.

You are:

eerie

resounding

sound,

real unreal.

Dusk and

full shadow,

seen unseen.

A suddenly

certain

uncertainty.

The ghost

in

my head.

 

standing uneasily

in the

galvanised

grey silver

light

of this

afternoon sky,

she fears

she may never see

the bright contrasted

day of

sun and

shadow

ever

again.

let’s do it: smash them

all right here right now. bask in

the sunlit reveal.

sunshine dreaming white

snap crisp breeze grazed – bed linen

pegged to a new day

 there are

many

different ways of

looking at this same view,

i understand

some perspectives might

even be quite lovely.

 but  most times,

i feel like i am

staring.

head

upside

down.

eyes reddened by

pressure.

balancing carefully

on my hands.

these

feet held

 in the air.

the rush to my head.

unable to

see

anything

through the

throbbing thrumming

 blood blurred

 beat.

do you want me

to tell you

more?

do you want me

to tell you how her pupils

widened

with the dark shock

of months long

anticipation

expectation?

For so long it was obvious

to us

all.

How it would finally end.

We tied

knots

on knots

on knots.

We never,

none of us three,

ever,

thought

of the

total

 breaking strain

we might

exert between

us…

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