Category Archives: Fiction
Lift and hold up
limbs dusting under the pressure
of another day until it
grinds too deep and separates.
Then knowledge is known, igniting
and racing across the web of
a long-tired mind till through the
pressure release of empty eye
sockets tears of flaming lines shoot out,
burning ashen furrows along
the meadow of her face. She knows
they all know that in a box what
was is dimming.
It separates, subtle blue strings cut free randomly,
then floating till nothing and the shadow fades out.
When impressions make shapes, the moon summons the blood and you must leave the room built of music and mood.
But there is no way out (the door as the wall) so you sit back and watch and wait for the fall.