And She Was Gone by Silas Gemma

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her breath falls victim to gray skies
her eyes seal with oceanic bluster
her lips pulse with embryonic 

sounds

trembles
 
tenors 

whispers

like the fetal fear of a child mourner

silt rushes through her wounds
ebbs through her psyche
bays in her soul’s extinguished hearth
rivers along her scars
traces the blackened parabola upon her back
 
as fingers wander atop clouds
nebulous upon sky’s blush
scathed by dead fires
dangling from skeletal poles

typing the sky
crafting a poem

click

 click 

click

she walks ahead
her frame tenuous with distance
her mouth ajar with premature words
her arms candle wicks among blindness
her eyes lights in earth’s coma

the fingers swipe and turn and flutter
scurrying about the air
performing the macarena
tracing another stanza

click 

click 

click
she gains her breath
staccato accompanies her heart’s drum
its chorus is earth’s timetable
click

click

click
creatures emerge from sand niches
hobbling around heaven-like earth
clawing at the 
low clouds
pinching their wispy flagella
twisting their robes in a cappella 
click 

click 
click 
a prickling begins winding up her body
darts jab her stucco-ed sandals
brisk dots work up her calf 
pencils spiral up her canvas 

like pointillism upon soft skin

the mist thickens 
its body muscles with the weight of gone-ness
its scarf embodies her
its saline robs her tears

as her ocean begins to die
its laughter stills
its ripples lose their sun-lotioned zest

shells form its bier
sand dresses its burial-place
 drowned ships inter its soul

as yeast falls from sky’s leaven
leaden in white flour 
fauceting wintry tears
rising with death’s pulse
burgeoning in sorrow

 her vision folds 
collapsing into womb-like flesh
submerging in the blues
becoming blind among the other gone 
the other drowned

click

click

click 
and then she was gone 

her breath falls victim to gray skies
her eyes seal with oceanic bluster
her lips pulse with embryonic 

sounds

trembles
 
tenors 

whispers

like the fetal fear of a child mourner

silt rushes through her wounds
ebbs through her psyche
bays in her soul’s extinguished hearth
rivers along her scars
traces the blackened parabola upon her back
 
as fingers wander atop clouds
nebulous upon sky’s blush
scathed by dead fires
dangling from skeletal poles

typing the sky
crafting a poem

click

 click 

click

she walks ahead
her frame tenuous with distance
her mouth ajar with premature words
her arms candle wicks among blindness
her eyes lights in earth’s coma

the fingers swipe and turn and flutter
scurrying about the air
performing the macarena
tracing another stanza

click 

click 

click
she gains her breath
staccato accompanies her heart’s drum
its chorus is earth’s timetable
click

click

click
creatures emerge from sand niches
hobbling around heaven-like earth
clawing at the 
low clouds
pinching their wispy flagella
twisting their robes in a cappella 
click 

click 
click 
a prickling begins winding up her body
darts jab her stucco-ed sandals
brisk dots work up her calf 
pencils spiral up her canvas 

like pointillism upon soft skin

the mist thickens 
its body muscles with the weight of gone-ness
its scarf embodies her
its saline robs her tears

as her ocean begins to die
its laughter stills
its ripples lose their sun-lotioned zest

shells form its bier
sand dresses its burial-place
 drowned ships inter its soul

as yeast falls from sky’s leaven
leaden in white flour 
fauceting wintry tears
rising with death’s pulse
burgeoning in sorrow

 her vision folds 
collapsing into womb-like flesh
submerging in the blues
becoming blind among the other gone 
the other drowned

click

click

click 
and then she was gone 

her breath falls victim to gray skies
her eyes seal with oceanic bluster
her lips pulse with embryonic 

sounds

trembles
 
tenors 

whispers

like the fetal fear of a child mourner

silt rushes through her wounds
ebbs through her psyche
bays in her soul’s extinguished hearth
rivers along her scars
traces the blackened parabola upon her back
 
as fingers wander atop clouds
nebulous upon sky’s blush
scathed by dead fires
dangling from skeletal poles

typing the sky
crafting a poem

click

 click 

click

she walks ahead
her frame tenuous with distance
her mouth ajar with premature words
her arms candle wicks among blindness
her eyes lights in earth’s coma

the fingers swipe and turn and flutter
scurrying about the air
performing the macarena
tracing another stanza

click 

click 

click
she gains her breath
staccato accompanies her heart’s drum
its chorus is earth’s timetable
click

click

click
creatures emerge from sand niches
hobbling around heaven-like earth
clawing at the 
low clouds
pinching their wispy flagella
twisting their robes in a cappella 
click 

click 
click 
a prickling begins winding up her body
darts jab her stucco-ed sandals
brisk dots work up her calf 
pencils spiral up her canvas 

like pointillism upon soft skin

the mist thickens 
its body muscles with the weight of gone-ness
its scarf embodies her
its saline robs her tears

as her ocean begins to die
its laughter stills
its ripples lose their sun-lotioned zest

shells form its bier
sand dresses its burial-place
 drowned ships inter its soul

as yeast falls from sky’s leaven
leaden in white flour 
fauceting wintry tears
rising with death’s pulse
burgeoning in sorrow

 her vision folds 
collapsing into womb-like flesh
submerging in the blues
becoming blind among the other gone 
the other drowned

click

click

click 
and then she was gone 

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Silas resides in Manchester, New Hampshire. When he is not writing, he can be found exploring New England or snuggling his cats, Artemis and Russell. 

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