She drifted along
at an urgent pace
burning with solitude
Hollow within like an empty bell
she trailed her presence behind her
like ribbons of wistful desire.
The familiar route
wove a new pattern
echoing the recent past
When two bright stars had collided
at the peak of the hill, searing sparks sketched
scars across the crust of their shared entity.
Such cold water
streamed across glass
pulling soft lines
Like layered hues of the setting sun,
through which whose mild blur
the world outside had become distorted.
Despite the fog
and chance of rain
the breeze was hot
The earth shuddered beneath his frenzy
as he sought with his hands to expel
the beady-eyed agony that throttled his soul.
In the dark room
lit by despair
the walls droned as
A tuneless melody bared the day
and though the air was humid with tears
a hint of love’s flavor sweetened the remains.
Jennifer Burnside
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