amaryllis

Why do I write?

Because I want to
create lives and experience 
the soft murmur of lovely description
scrunch between my toes
the lightning of raw truth
condensed into the same letters

a fallen angel
broken wings folded around the shards
of the hell that clung to her emerging scales
she plummeted toward the earth
and you didn’t care
so she pummelled the ground
and you let the ground pummell her

Summer heat has hit
curdling languishing laughter
into a relentless aura of inward hostility
Huffs and annoyed sighs between 
words shaved down to the bone
the vain sun's long gone

It was just dusk when the glass shattered, shards of their precarious silence lying on the tiled floor. 

"No."

why do jan and feb march right into april,
even if it may, no it will, june right into july
after august pierces its sept with an oct ring, 
but nov one decembers how many baes they each have?
 

I want a front row seats to all your smiles
be give you your daily dose of hugs and kisses
to be a part of the good days & the bad ones
the shoulder you choose to cry on

the person who will tend to your wounds