Drawn out
A life story
Lined out
Black ink trailing
Down the arm
The beginning of a quilt
A patchwork of tattoos
Ringed around the wrist
Down the veins
Like self-harm
Flooded the senses
Needle touching skin
Memories redacted
What’s out, now in
Stories maybe colored,
Mostly black and toned
Choice of flash tattooing
Maybe drunk, maybe stoned
Adrenaline beginning
A destructive art perhaps
A rush of thrill, joyful
A story told, at last.
Burning golden
Waves of wheat
Burning, unbearable sunlight
If these waves brush too close
Like match sticks
Erupting into flame
Lashed to the prairies
welled up
anxiety
headache, stomach ache
heart throbbing, water in
throat
bubbling
bubbling
b u b b l i n g
so many, losing air
drowning, sleeping
light through water, a crescent moon
on window pane
fingers to glass
the thrash of leaves
pockmarked by the sun,
drifted, blown
acrid air on that exhale.
we gulped volcanos
that summer,
the land on fire,
sunsets so red,
lipstick left on white collars,
an infidelity all before dusk
swirling mass of colors
dancing in heaven's flowers
having yourself a sleepy dawn
grey here, since you're gone
a cinnamon afternoon pick-me-up
wondering if I was enough
spring breeze aloft
cozy evening, tender soft
whispering, night vision
eyes to the sky, rosy prism
frigid cold to the touch
I miss you, so much
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