~mitosis~

A cream egg melted into chocolate mountains as I tripped over shattered rainbows, trying to hide in raindrop spaces, those places where puzzle trees ponder the life of meaning. Inhaling skin, turns outside in and a womb is deaths sanctuary, with its cord wrapped about a casual arm, Dali-like, and nobody screams loud enough to shatter a whisper, played to empty thoughts of Siamese twins related by a heart, waiting on a scalpel divorce. Fingering the whole of innocence lost, while childhood rolls like sweat down a thigh, and the warm wet circle of bullets persuasion extinguishes the hope of resurrection, ‘til twisted sheets are cleansed again.