For such a blank mind,
Hers ran for days.
She couldn’t recall the day but she could recite the events of the past like the veins that ran through her hands.
Each blue vessel a story for the red that flowed,
And as the night came to a close she said to the world “the whiskey flows like the rivers rapids roar. My body is bare but my soul is weighted by the ticking of the time. My body’s scars tell the story of weakness and strength in a girl far from completion. There is a certain substance only I control.”
A calm came down from the sky and trickled down her face as each recollection poured from her skin.
The faces turned to pixels,
The regret turned to forgiveness,
And it all washed away in the depths of the atmospheres grin.  
Freedom came defined in a world that stood still.
Arms opened wide,
She ascended into the rising sun.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I thought I saw your face on the side of my milk carton
As the sun began to rise above the branches of the trees 
The ones that took hours of our days High above the ordinary 
Just beyond the oblong lights that chased the monsters from the streets
From our veins 
Singing and writing and melting 
melting into atmosphere
into stars circling satellites 
 
I thought I saw you on the street the other day
As feet pounded pavement 
And the clouds fought for freedom from the wind 
but magicians will play on the whims of emotions 
 
I thought
But oh, no
I forgot to think clearly
 
I thought a stranger could be a fond memory 
Of another stranger 
Stranger than our tangled anatomy’s on display
 
It was only disappointment covered in Hollywood and lace

The cold and the callous met wholly in me
when I saw her dance ‘neath the sycamore tree,
silently eying the spin of her skirt,
how each flighty foot skipped about in the dirt.

A crowd gathered ‘round her, clothes caked with dust—
farm-hands with words full of liquor and lust
desiring her as a hound drools for meat.
I swallowed my cider and rose to my feet,

a snake through the crowd in pursuit of my stare,  
plucking her fresh as she floated in air.  
And wholly, the cold and the callous decayed
as I danced with her ‘neath the sycamore shade.