The moon’s soft glow
Rests lightly on home,
Luminescent in her evanescence.
She murmurs words that
The safety of our ears.
And sorrowful symphonies
Lost in a great void,
They are consumed by
The overwhelming darkness,
That is night.
For even her radiant light
The ice pick scars,
That scatter her face.
On days that her misery
Eclipses her beauty,
Her soothing song
Speaks of shame.
Rosy cheeks and rosy lips,
Tint faces like blank canvases with their amorous affair.
And when the graceful legs of ballerinas stretch,
The subtle hue hides their flesh.
Keeping their toes hidden in a mass of leather,
Sweet and fresh.
Catch a dream in your pocket,
Then toss it towards the sky,
In hopes that you’ve given it meaning,
In hopes that it might fly.
If the dream comes hurling back,
Watch it shatter harshly,
Pick up the pieces it’s left behind,
There is a place where the crocodiles come to play. A swampy marsh, hidden deep into the reaches of a forgotten imagination, a discarded memory that somehow still hung on. It’s a place where the reeds are tall enough to tickle your nose and the air is hot and heavy, almost thick enough to slice away with a butter knife. In hushed tones the females whisper, huddling around the stiff weeds. In fathomless voices they murmur and mumble, their tails coiled carefully around speckled white eggs. Here the crocodiles gather after each and every day. A place where they give into long chases around the pond, and snap playfully at each other’s winding, scaly tails. The males smile at each other, their faces twisting into crude grimaces, as each of them ostentatiously displays the rows upon rows of glistening teeth, neatly jammed tight into his mouth. Perfect little triangles, each meeting at a perfectly sharpened point, they stand ready, flickering from friendly to menacing, as their smiles melt into snarls.
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When you catch a glimpse of a rainbow,
Do you stop and stare?
In fleeting hopes that time stands still for a moment,
A vanishing chance to shed your despairs.
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And even though the tears are streaming down my cheeks, I somehow have inner composure, I somehow find my voice. My eyes bloodshot, my face pallid, all color drained, and slowly, goose bumps begin to crawl all over my flesh. But inside, something refuses to break, something persists in fighting. I don’t look down like I usually do. My eyes aren’t searching for a spot on our cracked tile floor to focus on; today I gaze squarely into his eyes. I try to see past the brilliant blue eyes that once, ages ago, had me swooning, but now left me frightened. “No.” I say with a ferocity that I never had before. I realize what I said after it came out, and I catch my breath, shielding my face against a blow. That was the word I had meant to say the first time, it was the word I was searching for the second time, but it was also the word I had completely forgotten by the third time. For once it managed to find it’s way to my throat, ten years and two children too late, but it finally came out. Other things came pouring out as well, too many words to remember, but it all started with a single two letter word. And when all was said and done, it was really the only word I had to say.