byEleanora Day©

Eyes locked.
Hands laced.
Grip, grimace, laugh,
gulp air like waves roll,
holding on, letting go.

Cresting babel murmurs,
babbles. Words sift darkness
like jewels dropping
kisses between cacophony.
Shostakovich and calm.


I'm dead.
No you're not.

One finger traces
ridges of spine.
Hillocks settle
last shivers of flesh.

Night settles. Dog barks.
Night sighs.
Train rises,
fades like passing
harmonica whistles.

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