Inner light beckons
a cape of darkness.
Shadows flickering amongst
small dried seed pods.
Swept up in a whirlwind,
confetti drops
onto naked skin.
Tongue tastes salt
as it circles lips
in anticipation.
Storm winds are gathering
but for now the sky is clear
and blue silence
wraps me with
celestial wings.
Quite a haunting write. The anxiety is palpable; the dread and despair of what's impending. But for now... excellent.
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I love "Tongue tastes salt/ as it circles lips/ in anticipation." Wow! It gave me chills.
ReplyDeleteI love how this sounds when read aloud, Holly. And, there's so much tension in this piece.
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