Ash to pass, glass ventricles cracked at the seam

Manufacturing debts pressed so, scrap yard fixups’ll have to do

Bang in the lot.

I

Searched for you in shadowed faces

The glistening scent of your arrival bridled my courage

Much like the next recital dancing upon my mind, I found footsteps that rhymed with get away, and two stepped in time.

No matter the chalk print, the heart beat graffitied your soul, and suddenly chakras manifested as throbs to your bones.

Finally shaken, a duck trucking along slowly

You looked around and noticed

Everything was gone

-AmaRose

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