Have you ever heard the wind siren through the
camphor? Seen its sociable branches strike
the sky? They look harmless, and your mouth will
water. But those sumptuous, black berries will
Even magma simmers beneath the earth in
silence, and lava snakes through
fractures. Should I have kenned the
explosion? Ingested the judgment before
spitting it out?
Before she left, the heavens swept me dry as a summer
bone. I didn’t know I wasn’t breathing until the resolve
to keep her close began to stink, pinned my nostrils flat
against the stench. Betrayal comes from the
8 thoughts on “Strike the Sky, a meditation”
Powerful stuff. I love this!!
Thank you my love. It’s not often you are roused to comment, so I’m basking. 😉
Very powerful, Britton!
Hi Jessica. Thank you. I couldn’t seem to write long sentences this morning, and I realized it was because of this. I appreciate you coming by for the resurrection.
Breathtaking… such striking images <3
Hi Rachel. Thanks so much. Being visual helped process its visceral beginnings.
Wow, love this ! 💋
Hola, “Chic(k)a”! Thank you for enjoying it, and for coming by.