The moon is full,
The music beats...
daggers for eyes staring at me
yet looking right through me...
Can I wait right here,
so unafraid to hide my shadow beside the moon...
Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...
Turns out I have some questions
I pray you can give me a clue...
In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
She exhales the cruel words of hurt,
that rise and fall like gentle...
Cut
smoke...
the cool, abyssal embrace, liquid and always...
trails behind you only an inch away...
See it in the obeisance of a gently nodded head
leaving the tent of a man in charge of destiny...
I’m a bubble
bubbly, bubbly...