re-write of "i felt her raging," a mother's day poem, & "2 Kids 1 Starry Night"
Harlequin Heroine
This night, on impulse to avoid the mundane, she rejects right-angled steel casings, cold tiles, harsh light. Reckons with evergreen crowns piercing pregnant storm clouds. Wet lashes like shark teeth, she keeps vigil over coastal cliffs as sky rolls over to weep new breath. Squall snaps. Her royal blue, satin ribbons loosen from their festooned occasion, catch, take flight. Flint-like flashes fill her lungs, voice lost in thunder, frame jarred. Shadows of guilt pulse, erasing shine layer by layer until irises wilt, heart stalls. Body thrown, breath disowned, descent into layers of choppy waves, limbs making little effort to stop the downward tumble. Mascara bleeds, lips run, hair comes undone. Salt encrusts her like ivory ornamentation. Blink.
This night, on impulse to avoid the mundane, she rejects right-angled steel casings, cold tiles, harsh light. Reckons with evergreen crowns piercing pregnant storm clouds. Wet lashes like shark teeth, she keeps vigil over coastal cliffs as sky rolls over to weep new breath. Squall snaps. Her royal blue, satin ribbons loosen from their festooned occasion, catch, take flight. Flint-like flashes fill her lungs, voice lost in thunder, frame jarred. Shadows of guilt pulse, erasing shine layer by layer until irises wilt, heart stalls. Body thrown, breath disowned, descent into layers of choppy waves, limbs making little effort to stop the downward tumble. Mascara bleeds, lips run, hair comes undone. Salt encrusts her like ivory ornamentation. Blink.