Glass drops caught on bare fingers rolling down arms lifted in a poise stilled to the dying sun wrapping sheaths of light on her skin, splaying by her sides a dancer frozen mid-spin — A flurry of feathers, jolts her arms flailing sparkling beads spill shatter into the ground.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken.
Tip your head back laugh harder let your joints pop clack-a-lacking to the mad frenzy Oh no! Time waits for no man get going manic is the new normal everyone’s wearing the Mad Hatter’s hat of sanity Ha! Ha! Oh no! No time to stop Who dares stop?!
The body lay broken on slick rocks gathered to lift it up by the banks of the raging river a rag doll discarded, cold blackened lips parted glass orbs reflecting the grey skies cracked to the void of a wound that rendered it wordless
She twirls on the palm of my hand skin puckered to the swish of her clear skirts tap-tap bare footfalls up my arm blowing through the tangles of my weeping weaves whistling by the drums of these winding caverns Thumb~ a beat ‘Listen’ Thumb—Thumb! ‘Listen!’ she howls ‘The river of blood that runs through All.’
I will tell you of a story one with a beautiful castle thick curtains, velvety cushions gilded buttress along its fissured walls gardens riot with flowers, mango and pear trees sickly sweet The hallways silent, footsteps muffled, occasional shrieks
Women white as chalk faded like ancient oil paintings ghost figures frozen in silent scream that come to life fuming with acid dripping down their forked tongue talons tearing through flesh
Children wilted stained in crushed berries eyes hollowed out black little fists bleeding cheeks long gouged in tear tracks hysterical laughterecho in their wake of a game, roses in ashes
Men of light chained by the wrists and ankles that clinch tight along the walls wrapped subtly around all that is under their possession as they contort under its weight trudge vainly valiant through the poisons scenting the air from all the ghouls living in the beautiful castle..
..with a needle streak of a sun ray on a single white rose.
Beyond land and time I heard you whisper, “Come share a drink with me” tentative, I follow stepped into a pocket suspended in limbo watched your surprised smile at the answering call as you brew tea rummaging and spilling sugar and spices about you the smells of your essence wafted around us unaware of the fluidness in those fingers, as you add a pinch of tea leaves into the roiling pot of transformation some milk and cinnamon sugar for the bitter salve and poured two piping hot cups one for you and one for me. Bashfully you say, “I fill the silence with tea.” Cup warm against my palms tipped to my lips bitter and sweetness swirling in a sip I say, ‘There could never be enough..”
Sipped Silence has these words scattering away from my pages . . .