The deafening quiet
of the mirror falling
breaking into shards of rain
The welcome filling
of  unwelcome cracks
in the halls of the criminally sane.
Tag: spiritual
She heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel.
Midnight tunes
thought balloons
filled in, and
it’s coming around again.
misplaced clowns
haunted frowns
shaving paint
the mirror’s afloat again.
