Wednesday, July 26, 2017

He left like a

He left like a 

rambunctious whirlwind
looked back smiling in silence
wore well-laced boots
did not forget the tears
bent corners without dropping eyes
no diminishing storms in site
drew an ocean on his pale cheeks 
with all the pent-up pain

I do not matter!

a step behind the other’s back
closed fist
nibbled heart & swallowed rage
spit lahars
bit himself so many times
that all he wanted
was to hang bright stars
while flocks of birds crossed 
moonlit skies 

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