she silences you without breathing an alphabet.
her freezer-stained fingers do not need to ghost down your arm and draw you in to render you mute.
it's just one look, just one, the way her baby soul irises stare through your fovea, and you thinks for a second that your with her//looking for grocery stores hidden amongst uranus's halo, skimming through the constellated aisles to help her find what she wants, what she needs,
but you blink, and the moment is lost.
you've lost the connection, rushes and ticks in the halls, and you feel the heat of her glare, the scalding pride of her causing you to flush and let her walk away.
she protects and she runs,
restless even when she stands still,
poised against neon-infrared skies;
and she is the austere sky that yearns
for the crescent,
tipping of best-before's, wheeling the crammed quatro-legged vehicle towards the blinking vermillion-lights, blowing off the accumulated
dust, that lulls you to combustion.
©
(shiat!)
