she fell to the bottom of a nightmare
surrounded by Egyptians
shredding
voodoo dolls
lockets containing
words scribbling images
hung from ceilings
sacrilege ropes tied
inside
his cracks
she see's
honor...
or
the days silent
or
the nights solitude
mascara smeared
dirty thoughts
he fans her intrigue
over fire pits blazing
knocked out
beautiful angel
glazed over
hollowed
blades of grass
stepping
inside through the gap
around forests
and illusions
bound foreign cycles
hiccups interrupted
there telepathic phone tag
"you are hear, and i am there.'
rallies there cause and effect
she held tight
lying on the chest of in·iq·ui·ties
sixty six thousand
six hundred
degrees south
strengthens lines
found corner appeal
pressed
folded up
and forgotten
