Images

 Images 

Images

A birthmark constellation on the cheek of my star.

A branding burn between the hitchhiker and her trigger finger.

A single stipple on the hill of a lip.

A flash of lightning, a roar of thunder  and a downpour of rain.

A voice in my ear saying "I made her kill me."

A lightless firecracker that dissipated into the atmosphere.

Purple, pulsating fog rolls in across a ground of glass.

The orb that spins amidst the mountain is reflected in the mirror plain.

The daggers of light reflect in my head behind closed eyes that block the worlds natural spin.

I hear a mixture of Charlie Brown adults and Sound of Music children.

The thoughts in my head are a mixed load of laundry.

I laugh at the wonder of what color they might turn out to be.

I see light in my periphery but darkness to the left of me.

Childrens question marks say, "Make sense of the world for me mommy."

A wiggle of fingers to make sure you can still feel.

A rub of the temple, a scratch on the third eye just to see if its real.

A metronomical clicking in the back of a parched throat,

And a sunburst superimposed on the ceilings red tote.

High pitches, smooth arches, fireflies colliding. Water that smothered long lit candles of exhausted lovers.

How do you spell the sound of a breath blowing out a flame?

6/9/10

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