Thursday, December 04, 2014

Rust

It ached against the stillness of
her being. Intrusive, agitated;
crawling past deafening colours
splattered across her seams.
 It pushed.

Screams muffled in deadened spaces,
transients trapped; struggling to stay
afloat as swirling shimmers of
life engulfed her pallid breath.

Buoyant, her cognizance pulled
from the ebbing depths of past-
forgiven tragedies buried abyssal;
a flickering scintillation; writhing,
rupturing the pressure, breaking
through her darkness.

She smiled.