The wind began to blow through tightly woven curls.
Her mind laced with heavy thoughts that only time could erase.
Two souls wandered between eras of which ached for resolution.
Hands pressed firmly against beating temples to suppress the memories.
She smiled through glistening eyes as they traveled mountains high.
His hand held hers steady, but it wasn’t enough.
He watched as she tore herself apart.
Their bodies frozen in a world they couldn’t escape.
It hit me, like a brick of heavy lidded thoughts—These asinine tendencies of obscenities.
Words flow through me in a place I can not erase of an image I dare not share.
They’ve transpired with visions of despair.
I am trapped inside a line of heavy duty tape with caution signs.
An officer of peace pulled me aside when he noticed the intent within my eyes of fluid red and dark squiggly lines.
I can not contain it, the words have release into a thick muck before the bag reached my lips.
Apologies exchanged momentarily only to be revoked and soiled in its remains.
The hold you have on me uncoils like a cobra as a warning and then it sinks.
A murky obsession of earlier words.
A hunger that never came.
Words of expression 