swimming in fragments of poetry.
gristly red dirt in toes
eyelashes that catch teardrops.
was like rust and dust and stinging fragments of glass. husks of broken nuts; the cracking, creaking breath of the wind. shallow puddles and the water that trickles over sharp, uneven rocks.
the sound of the sea. is a lullaby to me.
“there was once this man, a golden man, a molten man, who died in a song. and the golden man, the olden man, dying, sung along.”
she sinks into the river, letting the water lick lick over her. icy tongues of current run along her skin. she rests her face on the surface, eyes closed, lips and nose submerged. then she realises she is not breathing so she allows her body to float and return to the blinding world.
When the birds fly, And the leaves die, I will wait for you: Until the sun sets, And the stars rise. I give one night, ‘Fore dying light, No longer I wait: The sun burns new; My mind too bright.
grief, it is such a feeling feeling. you cannot help but feel it. and feel it with every fibre of your being; every hair on your body raised; shivery; the choking feeling of it in your throat, your lungs; every muscle tense, aching, strained; hands warm because the blood burns through you. your eyes leak and…
the boy was like moonshine the girl like a sunbeam, bright burning from afar they glimpsed each other at dawn and in pondering dusk the frosty stars were his company hers, none the sky they shared for both, the clouds were messengers yet they knew nothing
there was a girl and by night she was a wild equine her hooves thundering into black dust shards of moonlight in her mane nostrils flared flanks heaving the air icy in her lungs beneath a pelt the colour of charcoal her muscles flowed her eyes were starry and dark recklessly, the girl/horse galloped through…
the bloodred petals of the dawn flower stain the nighttime; tenderly leaching its darkness. its petals swallow the stars, one by one; streak colour through the horizon; seep deeply into the inky sky, seducing the moon. the bloodred petals of the dawn flower betray the nighttime to the sun.