An Escape Route from the Deep

Like a rapidly descending diver,
the flesh of her mind imprints itself,
against the bones of her skull.

I can't wait to take a syringe,
and trace the wrinkles of your pain,
and release all that has crushed you.

I long for the day, when all the dark disappears,
that you can dance again, within your own imagination,
that your tongue would lick the greenness of the land,
and I could get caught up in it all, just to spend a moment with your soul.

Close your eyes and find a moment behind those lids,
because when you open them again,
there will be a different world ahead of you,
where colors will flip their present nature.

So take the paint brush of your hand,
and etch below your feet everything but sand.

Leaving the Past

A sleepless time has risen from the dark,
it's a season from all that has layered into the world,
I find myself with a shovel, digging for any hidden truth.

The night is filled with bats that sing circular songs
to one another, all in search of what's for them,
but seemingly all to the glory that has been bestowed upon them.

And as the dirt stitches into my brow,
I realize how disgusting this perversion is,
the caking grays and misaligned browns
splinter themselves into the lady in the red dress.

My spade pins a rock, and I have nothing left to do,
I drag my sleeve across my heavy eyes and feel a rain drop,
it meets my eye, my hand, and foot alike.

I lift my gaze and see her roaming about,
wondering where to find cover,
not really knowing if she feels cleaner or dirtier,
but I know how brightly that red will shine.

Life Relieved

five days have past me by,
and on the third, my life lifted up.

I found a new shade of green
on the forest floor.
Where everything but white had once been before