provocativethreat

licked and never stamped on that coffee table. the aftertaste is still there. days later. it's staring you in the face. maybe you could rip it open. change everything you should have written. you'd check every i & t to make sure they were crossed & dotted. ignoring the real reason you wanted to rip it open in the first place. stained like everything you never wanted. the ink is never really complete. it's dripping from the tips of your fingers. coating everything you should have said but didnt. candles remain half burned. you cant stand to see the flame die. like everything else you've seen while breathing. that ring its too ti

It was a provocative threat of mending the capturing. damp desires & stating the obvious. she's piercing the prismatic of broken consequences. laying on sun drenched streets of another dead summer. shadows dont move so quickly. strands of hair stick to her skin. soles of shoes melt & burn aganist feet. "These blossoms won't fade away" she says. waiting for the sun to smother her skin red. dreaming of the stars bursting before her eyes. she glazes on childern with a never ending life. watching as they chase fireflies. unaware that their lives are slowly shortening before her eyes. burning blisters aganist her sore heels. she's s