This is paralyze.
This is paradise.
Up, up and around.
Uneven lines of reckless thoughts.
A muddle of words insignificant to hope.
Frozen lips warming steady hands.
Sand trickling down her legs.
Images you can’t get out of your head.
Spinning memories of her window-sill.
The cars outside.
The loud bangs of her hammering another picture into the
wall.
It’s all right there.
But you can’t see it.
Like it’s gone, but it’s not.
Escalation, deprivation, expectation.
Fall into a bunch of feathers.
Take her there with you.
Get her off your mind by keeping her closer.
Resist the temporary sedative.
