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Samantha May 2013
Bones of a bird;
Hollow as the teenage mind
Every time he jumped, he would be set soaring
And if he were with you for a very long time
You would find his life was in the sky

Eyes of glass;
Kaleidoscope iris' ever-changing
Every time he blinked he saw you in a different shade
And if he was looking for a very long time
He would know all your faces off hand

Words akin to water;
Surrounding you, keeping you afloat
And every time he spoke sirens sang lullabies
And if you were to listen for a very long time
You would find him to be ubiquitous

Bones of a bird;
He wanted so desperate to fill their hollow bellies
But every time he stumbled, he flew
And he would not be with you a very long time
For he craved the solidity of man and air

Eyes of glass;
Too much smog from flight had clouded his sight
And if he was with you any time at all
You would feel him looking only past you; mind blank

Words akin to water;
They swelled in your ears and made your head pound
And if by chance, you were with him a very long time
You would have to wonder if they were his, or the thoughts of a bird
Samantha May 2013
11: 41 My step father yells at my mother, she yells back
11:46 They do not catch me on the bottom step listening like a child, ear to the wall
11: 52 The floor creaks and my hands find themselves in the top drawer, third to the right, mamas dresser
11: 55 The game begins and two fierce blades are extracted
11: 58 Peach, silver, crimson. Peach, silver, crimson. Peach, silver, crimson.
12: 06 I am still not asleep and I will not sleep not now or ever again.
Samantha May 2013
The time it takes the clouds to get from here*   Gestures westward
To here    Gestures westward
I've had a million and two thoughts already. Most don't notice it. It takes a special kind of person to see it
The same can be said of many things Walter, don't you think?
My inquisition is met with narrowed eyes
Would you tell me about the hospital deaths?
What? Oh yes. It's in the meds. The doctors killed her
Was she a friend? An acquaintance?
Oh no, no no...
But believe it or not, the culprit is in this very room
Ask Joseph
I scan the coffee shop for the object of Walters ramblings
From behind the counter, Joseph forms a reassuring "OK" symbol and nods
You know I was raised with wolves, back when the clouds were far from where they are now
What where the wolves like?
They told me lots of things, the big bad wolf, he told me..
Walter looks around, but not behind himself
He told me you should leave now. I get so nervous. You're a pretty, pretty girl. It makes me nervous
I smile and shake a firm and calloused hand
My newest friend
Samantha May 2013
In the night I am beautiful
Ubiquitous, ambiguous; I am without flaw
Words dissipate, quiet fills my lungs
My song, but a curl of smoke
Samantha May 2013
There are flowers growing from my tongue
Hatchlings of the seeds in my tastebuds
Writhing roots crawling down my esophagus
Corseting my throat beautifully tight
In me you found an ironic beauty
Solely a repercussion of your gardening hands
Wilting nightly as you leave
Samantha May 2013
Tearing seams, I pull at sutures
Red-brown fingertips throbbing
Hot skin and hands clammy
Unsteady body, unmoving thought
Vision tunneled to the task at hand
Glorious fragility of the human condition
Samantha May 2013
The physicality of beauty has failed me, and so in desperation I pled; Oh Lord, Oh God, at least give me this!
My folly, not his. I proved to be mute (my prayers unheard). For though I prayed wholeheartedly, the union of pen and paper proclaimed loudly it's unholiness.
Condemned to be an observer unable to make sensible the raging winds of words in my brain. Incapable of sculpting the clay of my thoughts into a form of any recognizable sort.
Albeit He is merciful, and with wide eyes and wide ears I soak up spectrums of magnificence,
Daring not to wish my flesh might be coloured the vibrant hues I absorb.
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