A Touch

August 8, 2012
By Zolton225 BRONZE, Gurnee, Illinois
Zolton225 BRONZE, Gurnee, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
\"Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.\" - Italo Calvino


Her back aches appreciatively into the darkness,
She rises up.
Now.
I watch her spine become convex
As her lips protrude,
Whole and pink, bursting
With life, as is she, as is
The scream that exits her body,
Coloring air bright with all things broken.
For a moment, the arch of her back
Aligns with the rim of a pale, waning moon.
I pause here.
Then she falls back to earth.
No one speaks, not even
The moon.


The author's comments:
I wrote this while laying awake, staring up at the moon one night as the dark played tricks on my eyes. It's a metaphor of sorts about what drugs do, they sort of push you up and make you full of life, but then you fall. It's just a description of the rise, really.

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