Untitled, as it Stands.

July 7, 2009
By xkh143 GOLD, Sandy Hook, Connecticut
xkh143 GOLD, Sandy Hook, Connecticut
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you cannot unthink
a memory knit by agile hands
tracing your lips
with a single outstretched, naked finger

flashing past a world unseen,
a quilt of fingerprints
overlappingandstacked
bone-red and scarlet-white;
wholesomely captivating within
the margins – the staggered trim fence—
outlined with a water-based pen.

an unwritten song – or law?—that stands
before the world
infinite.translucent.compelling…
stooped over and unfolding.
you taste it in the space
between your lips:
ice cold, sunflower rain, brushes flushed cheeks.

a collection of cherry chapstick,
empty bottles, pencil
scratches cast like shadows
across the floorboards
running, kicking, floating…
the skeletons in your closet
come out to dance,
stalk&hunt to govern your dreams.


the sky curved inward and collapsed,
creating this delightful mess;
a decieving trap.
and i am the one who fell into it.
stumbled into it.
rolled into it.
s
u
n
k into it.

tear open the envelope
reseal the lies
running the tongue along its edge
a trail of callous saliva in its wake
no, no, you cannot unthink
a memory etched in time
by the hand that feeds you
oh –but the words sink in
and the strawberry wine
hits you
right
where
it
hurts.

and then
the sun
will rise.



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