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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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