~a Monologue of Sand~

Her eyes complicated simplicity dripping under the weight of sour deceit, melding to the warm wet circles tainting the already tired bar. She was soaking up the animosity, those precious pieces tunneled beneath the mainstream of dancing whims and limbs. From this corner of maybes I saw a slice of moon between your teeth, refracting promises, turning aside possibilities. I was caught; stranded in her thousand yard stare, my fantasies twisted into form, tracing circles over her soul. My ambit swallowed in empty vows and monochromatic stains smearing bravado. There were no cotton candy comforts, no petals of innocence lurking beneath her electric laughter. Just frosted intentions, shielding her from the wet side of clouds and papering over her shattered whole. I took my oversized insomnia into the rusted remnants of today, left those spirals of copulating smoke and closed the door on her derision.