happy eyes, shining ethereal
upturned mouths, now sinking too fast
shaky hands
tight chest
clotted mind
these frames of life
hidden descriptions
of a delightful person
mistreated translations
she's less magnificent
just brilliantly human
like you and I
almond brown eyes
bitten bottom lip
cluttered words
sore chin
and ***** nails
she's tougher
than you
know

an embellished conversation, words running catastrophe
the words sink fast, fast, fast
swollen with the stench
and gleaming with utter redness
pounding of head, shake to the left
only to glimpse the silver opal
called the moon
slip behind the ridge of mountains,
all these conversations
words translated without comprehension
slaughtered, spat out, the syllables
run rampant
a million times a day
there are two people having
a conversation
I wonder what they saying
I wonder if they mean
anything

the riveting chill of putting pen to paper
scratching of thoughts, blotted out
crossed over, shaky in terror
pulling the weight of body
behind the rusted ink,
knowing there is no
turning back
once the
ink scar
the
paper