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
9/30