"flying"
]Flailing appendages are
reliant on rules of gravity and
plastic sheets.
Every bird in the distance is
kin to my flying escapades.
My background
and scene of reference is blurring by
in faulting colors and mixing shades.
My chest collapses and
adrenaline packs empty lungs.
I land spinning and excited.
~~~
"Kill her"
Chop, chop, chop.
Broken bones break and snap under pressure.
Thumb against pressure points.
Soft spots in skeletons.
Bone marrow exposed and dried up.
He licked her bones clean.
Blood bursts in his mouth.
He's choking on her flesh and meat and insides.
Staggering into black and blue hallways.
His bruised eye is a wound of way.
Fight, fight, fight.
Kill the infidels.
Kill the naysayers.
Her his neck snapping under nylon force.
Stitching lattices and matrices
imprinted on dead cooling skin.
~~~
"simple"
Her path was as undetermined
as your feelings about her.
Her cheek is red like the underwear
you saw before. A bright kind of
red the kind that turns your eyes red
and green in anger. It was just
a simple question.
Grab her hand? Yes or no.
Hug her hard? Yes or no.
Kiss her lips? Yes or no.
But an answer that simple
isn't easy for him. His cheek
turns red as his body shakes and
shivers like a cold shower. It
is just like standing in a fall day
in open toe shoes. Cold climates
freeze his mouth shut and won't shake
him to verify the truth.
It's just a simple love.
