Past Smiles

Soft soil pressed into prints.
Identity concave.
Spinning, arms outstretched.
Dirt flying in imbued jubilation.

Laughter is swirling zephyrs:
Wind joined in.

 

Colourless. Noise ridden view.
A blank stare. Film empathy.
Separate.

Replaying memory until it’s
Undefined noise, flashes of reality.

Snowflakes smell sweet,
Filling the air with tenderness,
falling on covered skin,
Not felt, but seeping.

Deep breaths chill lungs,
chilling of words.

She lifted lips,
and walked on.

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Pride, Guilt, and Bleach

The throat is turnips.
Acrid. Lump. Stiff.

The eyes are lemons.
Seemingly sweet,
They are tart. Stinging.
Curdling my milk.

The pride is packaged,
in butcher’s paper.
It leaked a little.
Seeped into fibers.
It reached the skin.
Felt. Burns.

Add another layer.
Add a plastic bag.
Back of Freezer.

Guilt packaged tighter.
Scent seeping from seams.
Smell of old flesh.

We’ve bought the bleach.

Same and Opposite

Fingers lodge between rocks,
As dust settles in the air.

Sparkling through the particles,
The sun is half light.

At its top, the rock has warmth,
but at its base is frigid.

A scowl perches on my lips,
as giggles bounce in the chest.

Ripples patch the surface,
as fish nibble oncoming fish.

Pulling up the rock,
it is a matte grey,
with little marking individual.

Face warm,
shivers in shoulders.

Constantly, leaves rearrange,
a crow chattering into place.

A song bird sits, a ball of feathers
its opposite.

I wish I could say I was opposite,
but I’m probably the same.

Human is Animal

Anchoring accolades after ashtrays.
Taming candid alcoholics blaming an era.
Are all humans animals?
Feral and announcing calm?
Applaud an archetype damned a falsity claim.

Hypocritical. Attempts of actual ‘human.’
Banishes as an animal, all are.
All applied. All apply.

Happiness acheived as animal.
Relax and apply animal traits: ant, cat, bear.

Antiquated societal arithmetics
Assigning ‘human’ assets.