marengo
You counted everything twice to make sure it wouldn't leave your clenched fists but it slipped through anyway and its too late to retrieve it now. You think the sum of everything you have will synthesize into something you don't but dear, that's not the way it works anymore.
She sells shells by the sea in a shack that her father built, then left as soon as the winds changed. She was lonely, she was complete, she died inside a little more each day but continued to sell her shells as if nothing was out of place and the sea contained only enough shells to satisfy the deep aches inside her.
Darkness will ensue if you let it, creeping in and eating away at the edges of your smile. Don't give it a foothold, don't open the door! Haven't you heard that there's a light rising above the distant fields and it will cleanse your skin, make you whole? Don't give in, love.
He laughed and ran and hugged me, bowling me over, grinning with his arms wrapped around me and his laugh shimmered and shook in the air like a school of fish startled into beauty.
Alabaster running in circles and having to stop for breath oh my darling haven't I been here before? Help me know what to do, help me understand the way to glory. It's getting darker in here and the light shines incessantly in the clear distance.
Let's go to the corner café and listen for the call that I know will come, streaming through the air like a blue ribbon and deciding our fate. This is not our own, this experience, this reality. We belong in a higher place.
I just want to burrow under the blankets and ward off the flying colours, the sharp polygons stabbing through the air, searching for my flesh, oh my darling, don't let me sink tonight; oh my darling, don't let me go.
There happens to be a hiding place amongst the rocks and stones surrounding my house, a hole in the wall and a home for the covert operations of several shrews. What they accomplish there, no one knows, and no one before this has bothered to ask.
Don't knock down all those hopes you had long ago with your auburn hair and your eyes aglow, you don't deserve to go like this. It's better to run and stumble, skin your knees on the jagged edge of truth so you can get back up and fly.
Into the cave, crawling on our scraped knees with fingers grasping for anything, a dripping wall of rock, a friend's palm, a light. We emerge on the other other side as strangers bound by a conquered fear of the darkness.
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