The Rearview

I sat on a ledge where the paint was chipped; like missing teeth. The previous one stood, the first one weeping, the last one reached.

I know regrets hollow through this nightcap.

I'm on the edge of contingencies.

Confined to this flytrap, this flight angled at 180° degrees.

My vision farsighted and my ears popped.

Lips crippled and seeping.

Eyes deepen, strumming red lighting.

Bodies below these raindrops.

A soul that was leaking.

Yet, the wind came along like a wave.

Pulling my tides.

Washed upon a shore, a gospel reconcile.

Take a breath.

Another one.

Until the full moon reflects over an ocean-bed.

A trail of regrets, left behind like broken-wings on the window seal.

Flap my wings!

Flap my wings!

Til' sand turns to dust

Never look back until...

The war is done.

© via Shondawho

(By: LaShonda Midgett)