His hand
on her arm
the blood reacts
She is now other
than what she
appears to be
A tree that's moved
from day to night
the moon
quickening
through darkling
veins
Foxfire,
she almost thinks,
breathing through
two paper legs
sipping her sips
of tonic water
with her radioactive
lips
She hits the
target
his mask
slips
She sees ice
beneath
and likes it
While deeper
yet
darkness
Suffuse me
before you're gone
I am small and
winter is long
running circles
around a rectangular
room
fall down in a flock
at the end of the day
Exhausted by what
they couldn't say
3 comments:
Terms like foxfire and the phrase "radioactive lips" were particularly salient to me.
I love this a lot, Sarah. It sounds like a song in my head, strange and beautiful...
Charles, thanks. I like to know what resonates.
Vesper, thank you. :) This was a bit random, but I like randomness. I'm glad you do, too.
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