Tuesday, June 20, 2006

darkness casts circles under eyes
stealing the golden green flecks from her iris
like an everlasting eclipse
she waits for the ebb of tides
to change her circumstances
her feet bleeding
from toes gripping
the cutting edge of eternity
soles blistered
from back and forth friction
of indecision
strong winds of change
whip around her body
contort her heart
in ways she never imagined...

3 comments:

SLUMP FACADE said...

"...her feet bleeding from toes gripping the cutting edge of eternity," I can see the piece unfolding, I love what I see...

Angel said...

imagery of this piece was on point. short but succint.

bRandy said...

angel took my words...the imagery...wow...toes bleeding from gripping the cutting edge of eternity...i see that like its right in front of me...or maybe it is...