Cracked
Stone step-loose with cracking face
she watched clouds, trying to defend her imagination
they quickly found grey and white in disguise
a portrait extended from the flesh
bleeding waterfalls eased from a past caress
Cardboard softens before the nights rage
doorways offer only forgotten stays
layers of loose forgiven sin
flutter as flags keeping soul within
tight into the womb she crawls
beneath the ground safe amongst earth and bone
sleepless sleep
badges run in confused stagger
years nail lovers upon hidden negative
an end would bring defeat
so she curls tighter into the womb
into the corner of youth she slides
eyesight
vision
riding the noble horse
feeding on the table, spat with lies
crepe party hats
spiral in shell
soft sand sticking between footprints lost
the cardboard collapses
morning invades
throwing time against the stone wall
i belong in whisper the words she spreads
i belong in whisper
the words she spread
About the Creator
terry simmons
Alien stranded on Earth -around 59 years now - friend of all cryptids -
fascinated by every living vibration -expected departure poss around 2038
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