Flickering
Like lighting
in stereotypical
horror fashion
Like a candle
who’s flame
wavers

Lightning
In the distance
As if the storm
were pausing
pondering
between coming
and moving
on

Wind howls
then quiets
Nature complete
in its utter
indecision
peace
or havoc?

Her lips
have stretched wide
her scream
engulfs the world
though her throat
silences
her voice

Her eyes
skirt
sweeping the ground
the walls
the stomachs and feet
as if afraid
to meet their
opposite

Fine
like china
fragile like plates
my words
stitches
weaving in and around
my lips
unmoving
confining
silent