Rupture

Sad stories

she writes

repeats

 

Tragic histories

reek

they repeat

 

People do

wrong then

sweep

 

 

Dysfunction dust

leaves a

strong musk

 

 

Stories weave

she writes

repeats

 

 

Emerging bruises

children run to

local park

 

 

Scared blinded

by the

dark

 

Sad stories

she heard

Mother told

 

Broken arm

pigeon lost

in streets

 

 

Touched in

places not

seen or heard

 

 

Speaking now

she doesn’t

just write

 

Breaking the habit

of keeping

stories sealed tight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Final Dance

Deadly tango as

Lovers and friends

Avoiding every turn

Reality was ignored

Red balloon popped

China cabinet shatter

Salty breeze kissing

Grass blades hello

One more kiss

lips I’ll miss

sweet temptation

can’t seem to resist

Tangled arms, legs

Straight to bed

Spinning sheets

Generating heat

instinct’s compass

Spinning, intuition

Setting a torch

In Truth’s direction

death to fantasies.

The beginning of

Reality.  Opening

A new dawn’s door.