No answers just words…
okay, fine…I fear you summer, I fear the way you hurt my chest, I fear the way I try to hold onto the slick sides of mirrors sliding efficiently down the heart of my fingers as I’m trying to hold onto images, reflections of the shelter I love…. because, shoot, maybe I could hold just right. And fair play to you, I cant cough out the cacophany of voices that become lodged into the synapses of my breath, wrapping diligently around, like weeds that attempted to be lily’s but became super aggressive and determined to swallow me into their inquisitive dominion, yet somehow , unbelievably still determined to hear me whisper “thank you!” as they choke me out. yeah, fine, I know you cant fight the tide. and, what shade did I ever find that made me think that I had something to say to you. Something worthwhile, or strong, that with puppy eyes and upturned smiles I could perhaps convince you to wrap a blanket, fresh from the dryer around my rain soaked clothes and trade me a clear heart along with a peaceful stride?..because I do…I do hear your slippered feet delivering detonating footsteps, and they are a force to be reckoned with and I …dont …know ….where…. else…. to hide. So, where do I go? What do I do? Do I cry to the sky…. Mary? Because, I do love the sun…but man I respectfully, with love, do truly, honestly, fear you summer.
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