words from water creatures
Slither and glide like smoke
tasting their promises as they roll off the tongue;
so naive, so young.
still,
To break first;
being that breaking dams through an emotion; it'd burst.
The feeling lurks.
Odds too thin, no matter where the deck is cut,
Does the scissors never get the redemption,
To sew shut


© 2015 Kate Volk