a small token of kindness (5th December 2021)
the scorpion sun stings the world, a little fondly, like a rifle covered with honey and an ocean beyond the forests. orange rays a homely cup of ginger tea, a mother's lingering gaze of admiration and an autumn's sweater filled with winter warmth.
down the path of a rainbow grey and white, the shadows of colours hover over the tears of kissed stars; swirling upon their cheeks of misery, weighing upon their eyelids of happiness. summer sunshine, houses of birth, hands of sculptors and necks with wounds.
details of the soul melt into absence, the life today unaware of its yesterday; cocoa candles and forested treasures. to sit and mark down the veins with intricate embroidery, like the dance of the December upon trails of pebbled nothings.
every day, tiny strings unbind, a passenger awaiting with grit and guile, the awakening of a prayer left unattended in the throat. the earth is large, fueled by a thousand hands, held by another thousand droughts. little moments like thundering weights, buried under the overwhelming sky, under the rippled waters of the past, under the metaphors of leftover petals.
the soul is an innocent galaxy, unaware of its own fifty thousand stars. in shaken blues and trespassing whites, amongst litters of fazed clouds; kerria rains upon the sad nails, the ones who tear parts of themselves dead to expose the peace lilies. like the sky that peels itself to show the sun.
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