The chewable, firm heel,
Dust of a thousand yesterdays clinging stubbornly to its bottom...
Makes a softly scraping sound as it drags along
Opening its mouth from time to time
Grinning...
But nobody can see the grin
That is daily trodden upon.
All that mud keeps adding on to the dirt
That's already there.
Don't despair...
It only makes you a little taller.
Hair clings to forehead. In a godforsaken sweaty clump.
Oh, why do my words make sense?
Does the power of the obscure lie only with them?
Senses stretch out like little tendrils in a jungle understory.
Eager, ravenous and green.
Do you see, feel, hear?
That faint rippling cry that comes closer. And closer. And closer.
Little to the left. Just a little more. That's right.
It's a song of the spirits, merfolk, nymphs...
Of course not you fool.
It's just the cry that mourns the living.
Embarrassed by my ignorance, I smile uncertainly.
It (the smile) flickers for a while like a birthday candle on a stormy afternoon.
Makes a softly scraping sound as it drags along
Opening its mouth from time to time
Grinning...
But nobody can see the grin
That is daily trodden upon.
All that mud keeps adding on to the dirt
That's already there.
Don't despair...
It only makes you a little taller.
Hair clings to forehead. In a godforsaken sweaty clump.
Oh, why do my words make sense?
Does the power of the obscure lie only with them?
Senses stretch out like little tendrils in a jungle understory.
Eager, ravenous and green.
Do you see, feel, hear?
That faint rippling cry that comes closer. And closer. And closer.
Little to the left. Just a little more. That's right.
It's a song of the spirits, merfolk, nymphs...
Of course not you fool.
It's just the cry that mourns the living.
Embarrassed by my ignorance, I smile uncertainly.
It (the smile) flickers for a while like a birthday candle on a stormy afternoon.
1 comment:
thats U.
thats that lil girl down the road i knew.
hey i'm proud. of u. for u.
dont stop writing.
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