10585_Shadow-iPhone-Photos-26_w1120Here in the quiet room

you can fool yourself for a moment

joy has returned

her skin like oranges left in sun

narrow feet catching dust, turning in their little arc

you want to tell her you notice everything

as if it were your job to record the very sum

using nothing but words and build from alphabet

exact reasons you still

catch your breath

yet for all the music beneath her skin

a familiar yet unfamiliar person within

she has been long gone just as she remains

a shadow against a wall elongated

like places you once lived in

turn strange

taking one more look around

before you leave

key on the mantle

watching tulips breathe

their redolent mystery

as the color of her eyes

was never a word to capture

something free then

flying

out of the window she left ajar

that day she stopped being herself

and you could return in a 100 years

just for the smell clinging to her neck

how she feels beneath her clothes

places you know like a hidden map

joy solved in one tightly held hand

like a sailor lost at sea

when she is far and away

diving for pearls in hope

one will be as black and magical

as her iris caught by car light

watching you, seeing nothing

even the whispers of who she once was

swept away

the room now bare and empty

readying for new people

running your fingers along the memory

heart in throat

seeing her turn

that beautiful smile

before she climbs

the narrow stairs

23 Replies to “SweptAway”

  1. Oh! I didnā€™t know you were interested! haha… ummm what did you want to know? Itā€™s a collection of short stories. Genre is dark fiction, dark humor, and twisted themes. Word count must be 2,500-10k (ideally 5-9k). uummm and Iā€™m accepting submissions until 25th August at this point. If you know anyone interested, i would be more than happy to email the submission guide.

  2. This speaks to me in ways I never imagined. Itā€™s tangible yet ghostly. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself.

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