by Kimberly Richardson

Created on: November 19, 2009

I thought I saw her again.

The pale strands of hair fall delicately

Upon a neck ripe for cutting.

She came to me, standing among trees

Gracefully. I wonder, she said,

If I am dreaming you.

Whose reality is this

That locks horns with Fate?

I wanted to keep my mouth shut

For fear of the bugs escaping.

Silence has damned me

Keeping the breath alive

And freezing it in the process. Surely,

She said,

You understand my reasons now?

Your reasons for what, I asked.

My reasons for coming to you.

Her hand shook as the words fell

Down like feathers, spilling to the ground

Like white blood.

A warmth rose in me

As she took my hand in hers

While she sang towards the sky. Azure and purple

Delivered.

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