Ignite, Crackle and Spark
My skin thickens, weighs hard
upon the chalky bones. Frustration dribbles
between each crack, expands and holds.
Glass eyes frost over, chipped on the surface
all vision is blurred. Oxygen turns stale
and knocks in a drunken stumble
against the brain.
She shines through the skull and highlights
dust, dancing in swirls of recollection.
Each particle spreads their wings, sheets
of veins stitched to a sparkle.
Welcomed breezes whisper reassurance,
waltz with fading confidence.
The thoughts begin to breathe again, ignite,
crackle and spark.
Copyright © Phil Naylor | Year Posted 2005
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