was destined to ingest the dull edge of the blade… over and over again. After removing the last shards
of towering grass, I was proud as I bathed myself in a broth that was pitted against the brave and resolute. My wings were all but tasted, only
the textured purple ink waited for the undying drip of my pink halo ready to
be caressed, by the incessant flicking of your impatient tongue. But still, you looked at me as if I were tertiary… asphyxiated by a cloudy remain . At once, I lost my height, my wounds grew dry as I began to hunch.
I struggled to finally know you… before my pigment evaporated under the heavy, pulling arch of an iridescent…irresponsible skyway…clinging
just beneath my soggy brim.
Thoughts of a satisfying march waded thru my memory bank as I turned to give you away. This was my gift to you…annoyance and contempt, a
scowl reserved for the one foolish enough to have beckoned me in a hopeful, yet unfounded hymn. There will never be a reason to amend the presumption of a drying tear.
For next time the shards will lie instate… self-amused on the shores within…
pronounced healed on a twitching plate…across the chafe of electric skin.