Disquieting
DISQUIETING
moonblued crooks stoneblack built
granite rough shadows sliced thin
adorned in fleece flossed films
drinking
sour grapes from acid cups
diced moon rinds with a
meagre shine
yawped vaunting thoughts of
nymphatic cold visions that
hold no pairing decisions
starving fantasies deplete
desperate food for thought
seagreened darkpurpled
dreaming we were perfect
and we were….
we didn’t hear or see
the fear
bubbles about to break
we rose with caution
toward the skies
and died
satisfied
© Kim van Breda-25 September 2015
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