piece by piece

April 16th, 2014

theres a steady silence building up, an entire sea dividing deeper with every wave. stolen wishes inside of tiny fists, blonde curls scattered around my toes, my feet, my knees. copper glinting dark beneath the water. throw it baby, throw it; if you throw it back, it’ll still come true. a honeybell grove and a dying ficus. gilded scales, candles melting, and that white bird sings whenever i kiss you. frangipani, bleeding hearts, carousel rides are never over. orange glass head, turquoise mask, the summer storms are rolling in. purple flowers wilt, tucked just behind our ears. yours falls first and you don’t even notice…it dissolves into the earth before the full moon ever got a chance to see it.

i said i love you, baby and he charged me like a bull.

the light’s too bright and the clouds run screaming, two perfectly arced wings blossom across your back. in the morning you find your fish swam off to the dark side of the moon and she never even said goodbye. instead of sleeping, you’re scattering ashes in a different universe, baptizing birds in tears; the ones who haunt the parking lots and drop their feathers at your feet. instead of dreaming, you watch your daddy spread the wings of wasps wide open, needles glinting in the sun. they weren’t butterflies, they were never butterflies.

and there’s a girl leaning against a sea foam column, fake marble lying in the night, neon lights writhing in the tears that precariously carve a hollow from her pretty face. somewhere you just knew a star was collapsing in on itself and all she could feel was the pressure of that dying star pressing on her heart, her lungs, her bones, until the only human thing she could do was cry.

it’s that crystal ball exploding, it’s 198 days and you’d swear it rained for all of them. it’s 3 19, 2 15, over and over and over again, the same 7 letters and the universe, it loves me.

it’s a long drive in the dead of night and what the fuck is going on.

salvadore was an oracle, ya know.

4 Responses to “piece by piece

  1. Megan says:

    “it’s a long drive in the dead of night and what the fuck is going on”
    How you can so poetically and concisely sum up what, for me, is the human experience is breathtaking.

    I miss your posts, your way of expressing such intense emotions with such beautiful imagery.

    You live life so passionately, I know how much you FEEL everything. At times it feels like it will kill you and others it feels like you’re flying.

    Sending you my love… keep writing. xx Megan

  2. Sara says:

    Missed your posts…beautiful!

  3. Kat says:

    Nice Video montage

  4. Chelle says:

    you are such a talented writer. Your posts are so dreamy and filled with beautiful imagery. I check your blog from time to time and it makes me so sad that there hasn’t been anything new in so long. I miss your posts and hope to see more in the future.

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