the story of a passing. blood dripping. a head cradled with compassion and eye-brimming tenderness. sudden in its’ occurrence and eternal in its’ consequence. a story I’d never known. shocking in its’ proximity. healed wounds and mended emotion. conjuring a vision of strength in spirit unknown. a hard life within a stark reality. a bedrock in my foundation. the founding of an engulfing ocean. love. a solitude one never hopes to realize. hidden inside behind the depth of eyes. aching and pressing a bubbling heat out of every unmanned pore. stretching and molding the core of things we do not know. cannot know. do not wish to know. and yet we ask. cannot keep the question soiling our tongue. heating cheeks in its’ rash tumbling. fumbling half-formed, forthwith from inarticulate lips and tensed sinew and cartilage. seeking to pillage but presenting a moment of repairing sharing. as shocking as a knife through bone. the power of destruction displayed by growth in the ashes. springing anew to raze shattered walls. springing anew to strengthen the light absorbing stalks of tear stained cheeks. weaving paths from soul to mouth. may they be true.
Someone I never knew.
Someone I never knew.

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