her
the midnight lightning reminds her of old stories,
old storms and old ghost stories,
the kind where the refered-to ends come apart in
twine
both are close thunder
or far away lightning,
illicit sparks of shoed and sheathed fire and
those terrible echoes
those echoes of terrible things,
maybe forgotten, left alone as:
(you, leaning against the tarnished copper railing, a story above it all, light yellow summer sun dress etching the same edge as your hair in the same breeze, the same sigh, before the rain comes, bubbles and glass orbs, and your bangs and your frills become papier mache tight to your skin, thin and clear, like torn pages.)
(myself, leaning against the solid oak post, flecks and little eclipses of red paint into my back, the store-shelf two piece suit held close the same as the hair is held close in my eyes, mildly annoying but there to toy with before the rain comes and blots and blinks out the shadows of railroad tracks carving the wastelands to chalk, my skin moves as i shiver and yawn, thin papier mache fingers sit quietly along my side)
old storms and old ghost stories,
the kind where the refered-to ends come apart in
twine
both are close thunder
or far away lightning,
illicit sparks of shoed and sheathed fire and
those terrible echoes
those echoes of terrible things,
maybe forgotten, left alone as:
(you, leaning against the tarnished copper railing, a story above it all, light yellow summer sun dress etching the same edge as your hair in the same breeze, the same sigh, before the rain comes, bubbles and glass orbs, and your bangs and your frills become papier mache tight to your skin, thin and clear, like torn pages.)
(myself, leaning against the solid oak post, flecks and little eclipses of red paint into my back, the store-shelf two piece suit held close the same as the hair is held close in my eyes, mildly annoying but there to toy with before the rain comes and blots and blinks out the shadows of railroad tracks carving the wastelands to chalk, my skin moves as i shiver and yawn, thin papier mache fingers sit quietly along my side)