Unfolding seams in her skull
Revealing the patterns
Until that person
Revealing the patterns
Until that person
The one
Over there
Topped the last step she stumbled over
That man who was not quite a man
Who could lift her soft muscles into the air
Maker her cliché flutter
This tall almost woman
On the cusp
Above a slope
Life looked just over her shoulder
Each blink faked out
Not so solid ground
Over there
Topped the last step she stumbled over
That man who was not quite a man
Who could lift her soft muscles into the air
Maker her cliché flutter
This tall almost woman
On the cusp
Above a slope
Life looked just over her shoulder
Each blink faked out
Not so solid ground
With his footstep she is a thought
Party hovers above her
Stomps
Above her
Every flick
Each voice belonging to
Those fingers ripping at her hair
Digging into bone
Bruising at her neck
Screams on her breath
Where have they gone?
Walked out the door?
Walking on hands?
Party hovers above her
Stomps
Above her
Every flick
Each voice belonging to
Those fingers ripping at her hair
Digging into bone
Bruising at her neck
Screams on her breath
Where have they gone?
Walked out the door?
Walking on hands?
Summer 2012