… I am the pause…
the sensation…
the inhalation of wanting lungs…
the nebula of eyelids before they rise…
the catch in chords as a heavy word is spoken…
the conception of a thought upturning the corners of a mouth…
I am the hum of prairie white noise building a nocturne…
an all encompassing silence…
and my silence is louder than a thousand dead oceans and an eternally moonless sky… (All work is copyrighted)
Friday, August 15, 2014
Summer Thunder
The force of the rain in
its plummet…piercing my windows…sounds of crystalline splinters…thunder
drum…gradual…demanding…of lightning tales cast in shadows…electric
bruises…blemishes…plaster my walls…dye my eyelids…
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