That Was Then This Is Now
bitter crackling of seashells,
the sand sinking beneath her feet, the tide
boiling with screaming lobsters,
nettled nightmares,
even as the calm umbrella’d shore
teases sanity.
a white dress believes all it’s told.
the groom grips a broomstick.
measures years with red and black lipstick.
holds
the neck
lightly,
but still, the chastising wring,
the storm chasing, the wind whipping,
shatterproof windows hang by their hinges,
flapping.
sour-aromatic shells on splintered floor
seen through binoculars,
wide lense of a buffoonery cartoon,
desperate tongue licks
to adhere two or three pieces.
on her knees, wooden needles stitch
back and forth zigzag,
face plant of contusions.
twilight brings stars, gathers
the haloed angels in her arms,
tosses them into the dark sky.
the wings awaken an army.
a scroll becomes their carpet
of stairs, studded
with answered prayers.
her groom with sparkling teeth,
soft rose petals pressed
in her open palm,
a diamond-eyed fool -
she loves him.
1/20/2019
Sponsor - Silent One
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