unexpecting- c

 
collecting crystalline tears
embedded in shoulder / chest
like shrapnel
mutterings of a floodgate
money pumped down throat to wet vagina (failed)
“don’t touch me.”
daggers dance in mindscape
pinning down young shaped limbs
 
disorganised recollection
misfocus
stumbling
chameleon like face, dazed, falling
digits dialed in
“we count the number of ways we have lost her”
divergent manoeuvres in the dead night
“we bring her to the safe place”
we let the youngling go
 
(one reveals the calling card”
she will follow the man with the lantern
she will follow the man with the key
 
#writing #poetry #poem #irvingpaulpereira
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