a shouldered burden
blue eyes and glimpsed grimace
like the clinking of a crystal sky
hard leather shoes gleaming like burnt plywood
echoing on the cool damp pavement
a path of lives crossing, intersecting
voices which whisper hitherto
for a moment of fresh mint breath
billions of lives shadowing a forecast
wrapped in chaos or bliss
emotions and thoughts distracting
from the stones clustered under a fairy tale
teetering on the brink of another spectacle
of that running parallel
slipping and laughing
silly and smiling madly
accentuated on the footnotes of a sanctuary
running in the same direction
parallel lines running across a page
anxiously waiting for words to decor
its bare, empty lines

She stood in the shadows
The darkness consuming her image
With scars and scabs across her wrists
She shoulders the burdens of assault.

She stood amongst the shadows
Welcomes each and every inflicted pain
Contemplating how her breath is a burden
She holds herself stumbling to a fault.

She stood side by side with the shadows
Holding their hands as she crosses the roads
Keeping silent about their identities
As she cries and calls for help with her scars.

She held the hands of her shadows
As they lay an arm across her shoulders
The shadows reflected the images of relatives
The shadows became the mimic image of her uncles.

fluttering piano keys echoing in the still air
translucent marble brushing like a grey cloud
or porcelain china shattering on the notes
a ricochet of melodies erupting from the *****
fingers roaming across the black and white keys
turmoil rolling in them, tense with the passion
erupting from the wrist, coiled in the suspense
a single window of harmony and dissonance
filling, swelling the empty room
for the walls to remember, cracks in longevity

Crackling, still sheet
Of coffee stained paper
The ink scribbled
Smudged, leaving
A hazy blue residue
The fragrance floats, pleasantly
With this coffee stained note
It rings with truth
Syllables stained
With coffee beans
And laughter